If you want to fly, you have to give up the things that weigh you down.

You have to be willing to think the unthinkable.

Beauty was not simply something to behold; it was something one could do.

If you're going to hold someone down you're going to have to hold on by the other end of the chain. You are confined by your own repression.

If writing is thinking and discovery and selection and order and meaning, it is also awe and reverence and mystery and magic....Authors arrive at text and subtext in thousands of ways, learning each time they begin anew how to recognize a valuable idea and how to reader the texture that accompanies, reveals or displays it to its best advantage.

From my point of view, your life is already a miracle of chance waiting for you to shape its destiny.

They had stared at her with great uncomprehending eyes. Eyes that questioned nothing and asked everything. Unblinking and unabashed, they stared up at her. The end of the world lay in their eyes, and the beginning, and all the waste in bewteen.