“Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance”

“The dripping blood our only drink,The bloody flesh our only food:In spite of which we like to thinkThat we are sound, substantial flesh and blood--Again, in spite of that, we call this Friday good.”

“I don't know much about gods, but I think the river is a strong, brown god”

“Do I dare Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.”

“Do I dare Disturb the universe?”

“For I have known them all already, known them allHave known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.”

“Prose divides shame into stations.”

“He lifted his arm that had been resting on her shoulders and gazed at the words she had written on his hand. He had been branded as cattle are branded to show whom they belong to. The cold mountain...”

“You'd love a bit of pomp: that way in later years you might invoke end-of-empire ghosts.”

“Just because it's fiction doesn't mean it's any less true.”

“Oh, Sweetie. No one ever gets through their TBR list. For every book you finish, you'll add five more. That's just the way it works.”

“If you don't have time to read, you don't have the time (or the tools) to write. Simple as that.”

“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.”