The failure of modern living is the failure of the imagination...Literature is the royal road that enables us to enter the realm of the imagination.

Dying ain't important. Everyone does that. What's important is how well you do your living.

It ain't how long you know somebody that means anything. It's what that person mean to you in your heart.

We remember with our emotions. The things that were important in our emotional life, that's what we remember.

Silence was not the absence of sound but was itself a sound that could be loud or soft, soothing or disturbing, complex or simple.

Books, and especially fiction, do not proceed from ideas. They are born from feelings

How can I love you if I don't know what hurts you?