The only reason for being a professional writer is that you can't help it.

The purpose of life is to matter, to be productive, to have it make a difference that you lived at all-using the talents that God has given you for the betterment of others.

The fellow who laughs last may laugh best, but he gets the reputation of being very slow-witted.

There was no answer, no solution, no sop, no deliverance. What, then, did I do? I read faster.

Words sing. They hurt. They teach. They sanctify. They were man's first, immeasurable feat of magic. They liberated us from ignorance and our barbarous past.

Words must surely be counted among the most powerful drugs man ever invented.

Some things are so unexpected that no one is prepared for them.