And when he died, I suddenly realized I wasn't crying for him at all, but for the things he did. I cried because he would never do them again.

What is The Subconscious to every other man, in its creative aspect becomes, for writers, The Muse.

I think we're doing a dreadful job of educating.

I often wonder if God recognizes His own son the way we've dressed him up, or is it dressed him down?

There's no use going to school unless your final destination is the library.

A library is all the university you will ever need.

We need our Arts to teach us how to breathe