I wrote because I wanted to know what everything was about.

I do not know everything; still many things I understand.

If you want to write, you need to keep an honest, unpublishable journal that nobody reads, nobody but you.

The joys of love...last only a moment. The sorrows of love last all the life long.

Love of music, of sunsets and sea; a liking for the same kind of people; political opinions that are not radically divergent; a similar stance as we look at the stars and think of the marvelous strangeness of the universe - these are what build a marriage. And it is never to be taken for granted.

I rebel against death, yet I know that it is how I respond to death's inevitability that is going to make me less or more fully alive.

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.