If one believes, then miracles occur.

And for that one moment of freedom you have to listen to all that love crap... it drive me nuts sometimes... I want to kick them out immediately... I do now and then. But that doesn't keep them away. They like it, in fact. The less you notice them the more they chase after you. There's something perverse about women... they're all masochists at heart.

Somewhere along the way one discovers that what one has to tell is not nearly so important as the telling itself.

We kill because we are afraid of our own shadow, afraid that if we used a little common sense we'd have to admit that our glorious principles were wrong.

I will never again go to people under false pretenses even if it is to give them the Holy Bible. I will never again sell anything, even if I have to starve. I am going home now and I will sit down and really write about people.

But it's just because the chances are all against you, just because there is so little hope, that life is sweet over here.

Instead of asking 'How much damage will the work in question bring about?' why not ask 'How much good? How much joy?'