Shall I add a man to my collection?

When you put your hands and mind and heart into the knowing of a thing ... there is no room in you for fear.

Only yesterday a young woman came to me wanting a trap set for a man with a sweet smile and lithe arms. She was a fool, not for wanting him, but for wanting more of him than that.

Epics are never written about libraries. They exist on whim; it depends on if the conquering army likes to read.

[Imagination] must be visited constantly, or else it begins to become restless and emit strange bellows at embarrassing moments; ignoring it only makes it grow larger and noisier.

There are no simple words. I don't know why I thought I could hide anything behind language.

Imagination is the golden-eyed monster that never sleeps. It must be fed; it cannot be ignored.