“Love is the answer to everything. It’s the only reason to do anything.”

Teachers are to inspire; librarians are to fulfill.

Write a short story every week. It’s not possible to write 52 bad short stories in a row.

If you hide your ignorance, no one will hit you and you’ll never learn.

I don’t think the robots are taking over. I think the men who play with toys have taken over. And if we don’t take the toys out of their hands, we’re fools.

That’s the great secret of creativity. You treat ideas like cats: you make them follow you.

Writing is not a serious business. It’s a joy and a celebration. You should be having fun with it.

Work is the only answer. I have three rules to live by. One, get your work done. If that doesn’t work, shut up and drink your gin. And when all else fails, run like hell!

Just write every day of your life. Read intensely. Then see what happens. Most of my friends who are put on that diet have very pleasant careers.

We are the witnesses to the miracle. We are put here by creation, by God….We’re here to be the audience to the magnificent. It is our job to celebrate.

Your intuition knows what to write, so get out of the way.

Treasure this day and Treasure yourself, truly, neither will ever happen again.

If God treats you well by teaching you a disastrous lesson, you never forget it.

How working for the wrong motives poisons our creativity and warps our ideas of success and failure.

Television is very dangerous. Because it repeats and repeats and repeats our disasters, instead of our triumphs.

Love. Fall in love and stay in love. Write only what you love, and love what you write. The key word is love. You have to get up in the morning and write something you love, something to live for.

All education is self-discovery.

I mean they don’t seem able to love us just the way we are. They don’t seem able to love us unless they can keep changing us a little bit. They love their reasons for loving us almost as much as they love us, and most of the time more.

You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And there I will die smothered.

Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.

Each one of us matters, has a role to play, and makes a difference. Each one of us must take responsibility for our own lives, and above all, show respect and love for living things around us, especially each other.

Don’t break a bird’s wings and then tell it to fly. Don’t break a heart and then tell it to love.

I’m possessed by love, but isn’t everybody?

They stood together in a false intimacy, a nervous contact. And he was in love with her.

It is not customary to love what one has