A writer is a reader moved to emulation.

At moments I dislike having a face, a nose, lips, because he has them.

When the striving ceases, there is life waiting as a gift.

It's no disgrace to be a private, you know. Socrates was a plain foot soldier, a hoplite.

All human accomplishment has this same origin, identically. Imagination is a force of nature. Is this not enough to make a person full of ecstasy? Imagination, imagination, imagination! It converts to actual. It sustains, it alters, it redeems!

I don’t actually take much stock in the collapsing culture bit. I’m beginning to see it instead as the conduct of life without input from your soul.

A writer is a reader moved to emulation.