At the core of every ordered system, whether a family or a factory, is chaos. But in the whirl of every chaos lies a strange order, waiting to be found.

Although she had resisted this knowledge all her life, had lived determinedly in the future focused there by ambition, she understood at last that this was the real condition of humanity: The dance of life occurred not yesterday or tomorrow, but only here at the still point that was the present. This truth is simmple, sel-evident, but difficult to accept, for we sentimentalize the past and wallow in it, while we endure the moment and in every waking hour dream of the future.

One door away from heaven And the key is ours to lose. One door away from heaven But oh, the entry dues.

We are not born to wait. We are born to do.

What looks tragic might be comic on second consideration, and what is comic might bring tears in time.

I've had good publishers and bad publishers, and you've got to learn when the advice is sensible and when it's not.

My life has a mysterious purpose that I don't understand, and day by day, conflict by conflict, I learn by going where I have to go.