We are so divided, and we recognize that we're divided, that we're looking for ways to come together.
Comfort has its place, but it seems rude to visit another country dressed as if you’ve come to mow its lawns.
At the end of a miserable day, instead of grieving my virtual nothing, I can always look at my loaded wastepaper basket and tell myself that if I failed, at least I took a few trees down with me.
I'm friends with a lot of writers and so many of them say how much they hate signings and how they leave after a certain period of time. But what is so hard about sitting there while people tell you how much they love you? And if you don't like it, well, learn to like it. I try to take one person at a time. I never look down the line to see how many more people are left. And I always try to make people talk about something besides whatever they planned to say.
You need to give the reader a reason to turn the page. In a diary, you are just yourself. You aren't trying to entertain. You aren't trying to get anyone to turn the page. I have over one hundred and fifty six volumes of my diary and I guarantee you that if you read them, you'd stop and never come back.
I've often lost faith in myself, I've never lost it in my family
His embarassment would have pleased me, but once he recovered, there would be that awkward period that sometimes culminates in a handshake. I didn't want to touch these people's hands or see things from their point of view, I just wanted to continue hating them. So I kept my mouth shut and stared off into space.
Love. Purpose. Those are things that you can't plan for. Those are things that just happen.
I do not want India to rise on the ruin of other nations.
Life is bittersweet. Inside our heads, if we're lucky, we're the same kids as we were when we were young.
If you can't love two people at once, there's something wrong with you.