“Dont ask a writer what hes working on. Its like asking someone with cancer on the progress of his disease.”

“I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart againstThe want of you;Of squeezing it into little inkdrops,And posting it.”

“You are ice and fire The touch of you burns my hands like snow”

“For books are more than books, they are the lifeThe very heart and core of ages past,The reason why men lived and worked and died,The essence and quintessence of their lives.”

“A black cat among roses,phlox, lilac-misted under a quarter moon,the sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock. The garden is very still.It is dazed with moonlight,contented with perfume...”

“All books are either dreams or swords.”

“Life itself is simple...it's just not easy.”

“Making peace is often a simple thing, but simple isnt the same thing as easy.”

“Everybody was sorry. Sorry was easy. Sorry was for suckers.”

“The more clearly you understand yourself and your emotions, the more you become a lover of what is.”

“There are only two ways to live your life: as though nothing is a miracle, or as though everything is a miracle.”

“The moral of the tale is, don't live for the approval of others. The real you is here to find out the secret of life, not to satisfy someone else's opinion.”

“Quit worrying about your health. It will go away.”