If someone sends you a love letter you've got to answer back.

You've got to be able to look at your thoughts on paper and discover what a fool you were.

Putting out the stars and extinguishing the sun.

My gosh, if you’re going away, we got a million things to talk about! All the things we would’ve talked about next month, the month after! Praying mantises, zeppelins, acrobats, sword swallowers!

Everything of mine is permeated with my love of ideas-both big and small. It doesn't matter what it is, as long as it grabs me and holds me, facinates me. And then I'll run out and something about it... I write for fun.

You take the books, you lie there in the pools of light and you drink life. That is how intensely I have loved libraries.

The terrible tyranny of the majority.