Your conscience is the measure of the honesty of your selfishness. Listen to it carefully.

If you love someone, set them free. If they come back they're yours; if they don't they never were.

There is such a thing as perfection...and our purpose for living is to find that perfection and show it forth....Each of us is in truth an unlimited idea of freedom. Everything that limits us we have to put aside.

Your only obligation in any lifetime is to be true to yourself.

My way of writing a book is completely disorganized - to hurl myself at the problem, over and over.

That’s why love stories don’t have endings! They don’t have endings because love doesn’t end.

It's like a pulsar inside me. There is this great burst of energy, forcing me to write, and then the star goes quiet for a time, and I think it's gone, but it's gathering energy for another burst. And I seem to be almost unwilling participants in this.