“A true saying it is, Desire hath no rest; is infinite in itself, endless; and as one calls it, a perpetual rack, or horse-mill, according to Austin, still going round as in a ring.”

“All Poets are mad.”

“To enlarge or illustrate this power and effect of love is to set a candle in the sun.”

“What is life, when wanting love? Night without a morning; love's the cloudless summer sun, nature gay adorning.”

“Worldly wealth is the Devil's bait; and those whose minds feed upon riches recede, in general, from real happiness, in proportion as their stores increase, as the moon, when she is fullest, is fart...”

“One was never married, and that's his hell; another is, and that's his plague.”

“Being a writer all boils down to this: It's you, in a chair, staring at a page. And you're either going to stay in that chair until words are written, or you're going to give up and walk away. The ...”

“When male authors write love stories, the heroine tends to end up dead.”

“Im likely to stay here, pen in hand, until dusk comes and my writing melts into the twilight.”

“Horses frighten me as much as chickens do, he said.That is too bad, because lack of communication with horses has impeded human progress, said Abrenuncio. If we ever broke down the barriers, we cou...”

“His priority did not seem to be to teach them what he knew, but rather to impress upon them that nothing, not even... knowledge, was foolproof.”

“Horses frighten me as much as chickens do,’ he said.‘That is too bad, because lack of communication with horses has impeded human progress,’ said Abrenuncio. ‘If we ever broke down the barriers, we...”