To write and not tell the truth? That would be death for any writer. But more, it would be death to the imagination. And if the imagination dies, what would happen to the souls of children?

... the object of learning was not to build a better mousetrap but to ask a better question.

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

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

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

...part of the mind's job was to cast doubt on what the heart knew to be true, and the heart, because it had no words, often lost the argument

Some wounds go so deep that you don't even feel them until months, maybe years, later.