Just the knowledge that a good book is waiting one at the end of a long day makes that day happier.

One may have been a fool, but there's no foolishness like being bitter.

I write what I would like to read.

It's all so beautiful . . . the spring . . . and books and music and fires. . . . Why aren't they enough?

I've come to see conspiracy theories as the refuge of those who have lost their natural curiosity and ability to cope with change.

They are fruit and transport: ripening melons, prairie schooners journeying under full sail.

You can only see one thing clearly, and that is your goal. Form a mental vision of that, and cling to it through thick and thin.