The novel is perhaps the highest art form because it so closely resembles life: it is about human relationships. It's technique, page by page, resembles our technique of living day by day-a way of relating.

Anyone who teaches knows that you don't really experience a text until you've taught it, in loving detail, with an intelligent and responsive class.

For what is delusion but the prelude to hurt. And what is hurt but the prelude to rage.

The denial of language is a suicidal one and we pay for it with our own lives.

Not what the mind sees, but what the mind imagines the eye must see.

Like most people, I can be very easily hurt.

. . . there is a wish in the heart of mankind to be distracted and confused. Truth is but one attraction, and not always the most powerful.