No person ever died that had a family.

The human race likes to give itself airs. One good volcano can produce more greenhouse gases in a year than the human race has in its entire history.

But you can't make people listen. They have to come round in their own time, wondering what happened and why the world blew up around them. It can't last.

A book is a loaded gun in the house next door...Who knows who might be the target of the well-read man?

May you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world.

You must never name the goal. You must never tell us the target you're hitting for. You must automatically go toward it without ever naming it.

It's rare you get an idea from a dream. I can't really recall a story that ever worked out that way. I think in 35 years of writing, that I've ever had a dream that held up. They're much too dislocated