What are stars but points in the body of God where we insert the healing needles of our terror and longing?

A critic is a lug-worm in the liver of literature.

It takes a lot of energy and a lot of neurosis to write a novel. If you were really sensible, you'd do something else.

I have done so many things in my life," she said to the mirror. "Evil things, perhaps. But never unattentively, never wastefully...was I wrong?

The steward, according to custom, had stopped all the clocks. This, in the language of Narouz, said "Your stay with us is so brief, let us not be reminded of the flight of the hours."

People only see in us the contemptible skirt-fever which rules our actions but completely miss the beauty-hunger underlying it.

Travel can be one of the most rewarding forms of introspection.