Trust is not bound up with knowledge so much as it is with freedom, the openness to the unknown.
The West is color. Its colors are animal rather than vegetable, the colors of earth and sunlight and ripeness.
Talent is helpful in writing, but guts are absolutely necessary.
Fiction reveals truths that reality obscures.
A religious awakening which does not awaken the sleeper to love has roused him in vain.
Writing is a solitary occupation. Family, friends, and society are the natural enemies of the writer. He must be alone, uninterrupted, and slightly savage if he is to sustain and complete an undertaking.
I've done more harm by the falseness of trying to please than by the honesty of trying to hurt.
I'm suffering very much, but am I suffering very well? That's the point!
Mawidge is a dweam wiffin a dweam. The dweam of wuv wapped wiffin the gweater dweam of everwasting west. Eternity is our fwiend, wemember that, and wuv wiw fowwow you fowever.
There is no effective rational answer to the challenge: "But give me a reason why I should love someone who does not deserve it. " Love is the highest thing. There can be no higher reason to justify it.
I remember feeling, 'If you do not leave now, you won't leave with your soul intact. '