Passion is never enough; neither is skill.

Think of anybody - Dostoevsky or Jane Austen - [their work] was always something that now we would call political. So I don't see those separations too much, between what is artistic and what is political. Maybe in painting... no, I don't even believe that.

you got two feet, Sethe, not four." he said, and right then a forest sprang up between them; tactless and quiet.

When a man angers you, he conquers you.

Freedom is choosing your responsibility. It's not having no responsibilitie s; it's choosing the ones you want.

There is really nothing more to say - except why. But since why is difficult to handle, one must take refuge in how.

Like friendship, hatred needed more than physical intimacy; it wanted creativity and hard work to sustain itself