Why then you're as mad as me. No, madder. For I distrust 'reality' and its moron mother, the universe, while you fasten your innocence to fallible devices which pretend at happy endings.

Just write every day of your life. Read intensely.

I don't know anything anymore

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

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

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

Don't they get afraid, then?" "They have a religion for that.