Quotes of All Topics . Occasions . Authors
The object of education is to prepare the young to educate themselves throughout their lives.
The division between art and deviousness and crime is sometimes as thin as a cigarette paper.
The novel will never die, but it will keep changing and evolving and taking different shapes.
The best thing about candy is that it can't be spoiled by the adult world. Candy is innocent.
He who helps destroy the boll-weevil has done as constructive work as he who plants the seed.
She smiled. “Life is full of stories. Or maybe life is only stories. Good night, my dear Nao.
Information is a lot like water; it's hard to hold on to, and hard to keep from leaking away.
You can't have modern states based on ideas which have been out of date for a thousand years.
Books choose their authors; the act of creation is not entirely a rational and conscious one.
One of the extraordinary things about human events is that the unthinkable becomes thinkable.
I'm a world expert on superhero comics. I think maybe only Michael Chabon knows more than me.
Sometimes people have said that Islam, in its own calendar, is still only in the Middle Ages.
Silence and darkness were all I craved. Well, I get a certain amount of both. They being one.
Clear to me at last that the dark I have always struggled to keep under is in reality my most
I wander around the house and write in bed, at the kitchen table, by the window, in the yard.
It is a rose planted in your heart, and as it's thorns tear you, so does it thrive and flower
The fountain of youth is like the monkey's paw in the W. W. Jacobs story. It never ends well.
The room was darker and smelled of evergreen, as though my mother had been dreaming of trees.
Every thread you discover in the local web of life leads beyond your place to life elsewhere.
He is so kind that he makes me search my soul to find new ways to be compassionate to others.
Do you think it's so snobbish, to want to see something besides one's fellow citizens abroad?
Flying is like sex - I've never had all I wanted but occasionally I've had all I could stand.
I believe novels can have secrets from their author, a notion I imagine would appall Nabokov.
When the Doors became huge, what nascent rock intelligentsia existed at the time adored them.
Sometimes I think the human animal doesn't really need food or water to survive, only gossip.
It is an extraordinary act of courage,' said Tulas Shorn, 'to come to know a stranger's pain.
When I'm writing, I try to have the mask of my character on as I'm walking through the world.
If someone had asked, How does this compare to kissing Kennedy? I would have answered, "Who?"
No woman has ever been an authentic genius of the stature of men, but that does not enrage me
death should be celebrated...when you put something in the ground you always know where it is
Amazing, then, how with that one remark, he made a mortifying situation thirteen times worse.
And I found both literature and the church very dramatic presences in the world of the 1950s.
For the sake of goodness and love, man shall let death have no sovereignty over his thoughts.
For the record, if I were Superman, a pale, scrawny guy holding a guitar would be Kryptonite.
Every person you meet - and everything you do in life - is an opportunity to learn something.
Every novel begins with the speculative question, What if "X" happened? That's how you start.
To Ronald Wilson Regan, The Fortieth President of The United States: The Man Who Won The War.
Probably what pushed the Russians over the edge was SDI. They realized they couldn't beat us.
It's not the cheating. It's the hunger for an alternative. The refusal to accept unhappiness.
Back then, when everybody thought the world would last forever, nobody had time for anything.
We mistook violence for passion, indolence for leisure, and thought recklessness was freedom.
Intimacy is extremely important to me and I want it to be extremely important to the readers.
I think they're going to force us to eat lots of cake and then take an unreasonably long nap.
Caleb," I say, "I love you." His eyes gleam with tear as he says, "I love you, too, Beatrice.
I am fed up. I am fed up with tears and weakness. But there isn't much I can do to stop them.
Only someone who had cried a great deal understands why someone else wants to stop the tears.
I have no desires, save the desire to express myself in defiance of all the world’s muteness.
I adore you, mon petit, and would never allow him to hurt you, no matter how gently or madly.
Why do those people guess so much and shave so little, and are so disdainful of hearing aids?
I don't want an elderly gentleman from Vienna with an umbrella inflicting his dreams upon me.