The writing part of my life never changes, because that's just when the inspiration comes.
Happiness is a wondrous commodity: the more you give, the more you have.
The world is the work of a single thought, expressed in a thousand different ways.
The entire social order. . . is arrayed against a woman who wants to rise to a man's reputation.
Anything that happens gradually is always irrevocable.
Politeness is the art of choosing among your thoughts.
Wit lies in the likeness of things that are different, and in the difference of things that are alike.
I guess people wonder if I'm the same on camera as I am off, and I'm pretty much the same, I really am. But that's always asked of me.
There is an afterlife. I am convinced of this.
There is a place where we are always alone with our own mortality, where we must simply have something greater than ourselves to hold onto-God or history or politics or literature or a belief in the healing power of love, or even righteous anger. . . . A reason to believe, a way to take the world by the throat and insist that there is more to this life than we have ever imagined.
Even my landlord, who is a moderate Lebanese guy, says, "But bin Laden says what we think. " These people believe that bin Laden is being targeted not because of the World Trade Center and Washington; they are not convinced by the evidence that has been produced. They believe he's being targeted because he tells the truth.