Love just seems to make life not just livable, but a gallant, gallant event.
What do you say? There really are no words for that. There really aren't. Somebody tries to say, 'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.' People say that to me. There's no language for it. Sorry doesn't do it. I think you should just hug people and mop their floor or something.
Lonely was much better than alone.
If we had no language we'd have nothing.
As you enter positions of trust and power, dream a little before you think.
There's a difference between writing for a living and writing for life. If you write for a living, you make enormous compromises.... If you write for life, you'll work hard; you'll do what's honest, not what pays