Religion teaches you to be satisfied with nonanswers. It’s a sort of crime against childhood.
I believe the novella is the perfect form of prose fiction.
Reading groups, readings, breakdowns of book sales all tell the same story: when women stop reading, the novel will be dead.
The world should take note: not everything is getting worse.
You can tell a lot from a person's nails. When a life starts to unravel, they're among the first to go.
Not being boring is quite a challenge.
Wasn't writing a kind of soaring, an achievable form of flight, of fancy, of the imagination?
When I look around the world, I don't see too many damsels in distress. If they're a damsel in distress, they're manipulating some guy to help them.
He had been standing still; for an artist, one of the more painful forms of death.
When we start to feel anxious or depressed, instead of asking, "What do I need to get to be happy?" The question becomes, "What am I doing to disturb the inner peace that I already have?"
Quick souls have their intensest life in the first anticipatory sketch of what may or will be, and the pursuit of their wish is the pursuit of that paradisiacal vision which only impelled them, and is left farther and farther behind, vanishing forever even out of hope in the moment which is called success.