“We fear what we most desire.”

“The pain we cause will haunt our memories and eat at our souls. I do not seek forgiveness, only the emptiness of death.”

“Sometimes thatwhich we fearstrengthens ourspirit and givesus a splashof hope.”

“Sometimes memory is the only gift we give ourselves and the only hope we have of finding our way home.”

“Hope is a gift. Use it wisely.”

“Memory is a sly devil that pretends to wear the cloak of truth, but deceives us both in our youth and our age.”

“Im not a woman you bring home to Mother, pick out china patterns with, or Mary forefend, breed. Ive seen a chunk of the universe, true, but theres still so much more to see. I doubt Ill ever cure t...”

“My hope, my heaven, my trust must be,My gentle guide, in following thee.”

“Amory took to writing poetry on spring afternoons, in the gardens of the big estates near Princeton, while swans made effective atmosphere in the artificial pools, and slow clouds sailed harmonious...”

“All words are pegs to hang ideas on.”

“A word is not the same with one writer as it is with another. One tears it from his guts. The other pulls it out of his overcoat pocket.”

“No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake....”

“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”

“You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.”

“The road to hell is paved with adverbs.”