One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.

Suffering occurs when we want other people to love us in the way we imagine we want to be loved, and not in the way that love should manifest itself--free and untrammeled, guiding us with its force and driving us on.

when fate is very generous with us, there is always a well into which all our dreams can tumble.

Publishing is in a kind of Jurassic age.

The good old days, when each idea had an owner, are gone forever.

When we can do nothing else, we can still love, without expecting any reward or change or gratitude.

When mouths close, it’s because there’s something important to be said.