A conversation is a dialogue, not a monologue. That's why there are so few good conversations: due to scarcity, two intelligent talkers seldom meet.

Half the people who snuff people, that's what they want: recognition. Get their picture in the paper.

All human life has its seasons and cycles, and no one's personal chaos can be permanent. Winter, after all, gives way to spring and summer, though sometimes when branches stay dark and the earth cracks with ice, one thinks they will never come, that spring, and that summer, but they do, and always.

Talent, and genius as well, is like a grain of pearl sand shifting about in the creative mind. A valued tormentor.

That's the question: is truth an illusion, or is illusion truth, or are they essentially the same? Myself, I don't care what anybody says about me as long as it isn't true.

there is only one unpardonable sin--deliberate cruelty. All else can be forgiven.

I've never been a teacher in my life.