“We read many books, because we cannot know enough people.”

An election is coming. Universal peace is declared and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.

Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.

What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.

Some editors are failed writers, but so are most writers.

For last year’s words belong to last year’s language and next year’s words await another voice.

Distracted from distraction by distraction

I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

Most of the evil in this world is done by people with good intentions.

I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.

We must not cease from exploration. And the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we began and to know the place for the first time.

For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.

Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage we did not take, towards the door we never opened, into the rose garden.

This is the way the world ends not with a bang but a whimper.

Teach us to care and not to care

If you aren’t in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?

Every day is a routine: you wake up, go to work or school, get tired, watch TV shows or read books, and then go to bed – and so on in a circle. Did you recognize yourself? It’s a shame because this is the wrong approach.

Books are best to improve focus on life.

I want to fold you into my book, like a petal, so that you’d never leave.

In the end, I closed our book and never dared to read it again.

I’m focusing on the music, but I still got a cold library of books that I’ve either read or I plan on getting to.

Words could paint pictures.

Maybe that’s why it was so easy for you to break me, you can always tear the pages of an open book.

I began writing a book on love because I felt that the United States is moving away from love.