Oh, what strange wonderful clocks women are. They nest in Time. They make the flesh that holds fast and binds eternity. They live inside the gift, know power, accept, and need not mention it. Why speak of time when you are Time, and shape the universal moments, as they pass, into warmth and action?

Live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds.

I’m really alive! he thought. I never knew it before, or if I did I don’t remember!

Life is like underwear, should be changed twice a day.

I'll hold on to the world tight some day. I've got one finger on it now; that's a beginning.

Without the library, you have no civilization.

How working for the wrong motives poisons our creativity and warps our ideas of success and failure.