Life loves the liver of it.

Each of us has a responsibility for being alive: one responsibility to creation, of which we are a part, another to the creator a debt we repay by trying to extend our areas of comprehension.

The problem I have with haters is that they see my glory, but they don't know my story.

Prepare yourself so that you can be a rainbow in somebody else's cloud.

If you happen to fall in love with someone in another race, it's more difficult, because you have to translate yourself.

I certainly do not adore the writer's discipline. I have lost lovers, endangered friendships, and blundered into eccentricity, impelled by a concentration which usually is to be found only in the minds of people about to be executed in the next half hour.

I know for sure that love saves me and that it is here to save us all.