I love, therefore I am vulnerable.

Oh child, your language is so utterly simple and limited that it has the affect of extreme complication. -Aunt Beast

When we are writing, or painting, or composing, we are, during the time of creativity, freed from normal restrictions, and are opened to a wider world, where colors are brighter, sounds clearer, and people more wondrously complex than we normally realize.

It was the same way with silence. This was more than silence. A deaf person can feel vibrations. Here there was nothing to feel.

If you're too happy about anything, fate usually gives you a good sock in the jaw and knocks you down.

Anger is not bitterness. Bitterness can go on eating at a man's heart and mind forever. Anger spends itself in its own time.

It strikes me as somewhat odd that the people who use God's name most frequently, both in life and in literature, usually don't believe in him.