“Reading dreams. That’s what started her walking down the road. Every day she’d walk a little further: a mile, and come home. Two miles, and come home. One day she just kept on.”

There is only one unpardonable sin–deliberate cruelty. All else can be forgiven.

Writing has laws of perspective, of light and shade just as painting does, or music. If you are born knowing them, fine. If not, learn them. Then rearrange the rules to suit yourself.

A conversation is a dialogue, not a monologue. That’s why there are so few good conversations: due to scarcity, two intelligent talkers seldom meet.

Sometimes when I think how good my book can be, I can hardly breathe.

Everybody has to feel superior to somebody,” she said. “But it’s customary to present a little proof before you take the privilege.

It may be normal, darling; but I’d rather be natural.

It is the want to know the end that makes us believe in God, or witchcraft, believe, at least, in something

One of the most difficult things in writing a novel or anything at all is to choose the point of view from which it’s going to be told.

You can’t blame a writer for what the characters say.

Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.

The good thing about masturbation is that you don’t have to get dressed up for it.

The better the actor, the more stupid he is.

They can romanticize us so, mirrors, and that is their secret: what a subtle torture it would be to destroy all the mirrors in the world: where then could we look for reassurance of our identities?

The problem with living outside the law is that you no longer have its protection.

Imagination, of course, can open any door – turn the key and let terror walk right in.

I believe more in the scissors than I do in the pencil.

When you chase a dream, you learn about yourself. You learn your capabilities and limitations, and the value of hard work and persistence.

You have to fight to reach your dream. You have to sacrifice and work hard for it.

Dreams are not what you see in your sleep, dreams are things which do not let you sleep.

We must be moving, working, making dreams to run toward; the poverty of life without dreams is too horrible to imagine.

She was my dream. She made me who I am, and holding her in my arms was more natural to me than my own heartbeat.

I think we dream so we don’t have to be apart for so long. If we’re in each other’s dreams, we can be together all the time.

His resolve is not to seem, but to be, the best.

Dreams really do come true, y’all. Never stop chasing them!