. . . the century's most radical vice. . . the notion that human beings can be shoveled around like concrete.
What man would dare believe that all he planned might come to pass?
Writing is never, ever easy but I wake up every morning grateful for the gift of being able to do this.
As many have noted, the peril for authors is that our work space is too easily our play space.
When I was 18 years old, in a more innocent time, my first backpacking trip through Europe, I sneaked into the Temple of Saturn in the Roman Forum after nightfall and spent several hours in there avoiding the guards patrolling.
I have always argued, in a good novel, interesting things happen to interesting people.
Irritation for some men was their response to strain.
You hear all these stories about, 'There's one in a million guys that make it to the NBA and stay there. ' To see people cheering for me and when they say my name, it's just crazy. It's still crazy to me.
Avant-garde architects have never been able to depend on the support of the establishment, since the customary patrons of this most conservative and slowly moving art form have historically been resistant to innovation and experiment.
The spirit is the true self, not that physical figure which can be pointed out by your finger.
Enlightenment is man's emergence from his self-imposed immaturity. . . No thing is required for this enlightenment. . . except freedom; and the freedom in question is the least harmful of all, namely, the freedom to use reason publicly in all matters.