Books arent written on whim or promises. Books are written on years turned inside out by ideas that never let go until you get them in print, and even then writings a last resort, a desperate ransom you pay to get your life back.

You've given up your whole life to be the person you are now. Is it worth it?

That she won the game startled me cold. The way she won, the pattern of her thought on the chessboard, charmed me warm again and then some.

Boredom between two people doesn't come from being together physically. It comes from being apart mentally and spiritually.

Hell is a place, a time, a consciousness, in which there is no love.

Know that ever about you stands the reality of love, and each moment you have the power to transform your world by what you have learned.

Only a few people are interested in what you have to say, but that is all right. You don't have to tell the quality of a master by the size of his crowds.