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

I prefer to underwrite. Simple, clear as a country creek.

Most people don’t find their creativity. There are more unsung geniuses that don’t even know they have great talent.

Personally, I rather think that if you’re not creative you’ve got a problem on your hands. If you are creative you’ve got a double problem.

Love is a chain of love as nature is a chain of life.

Anticipation is anxiety. I have always had a very extreme anxiety thing.

Most secrets should never be told, but especially those that are more menacing to the listener than to the teller.

Anyone who ever gave you confidence, you owe them a lot.

It is very seldom that a person loves anyone they cannot in some way envy.

A boy has to peddle his book.

The brain may take advice, but not the heart.

The wind is us– it gathers and remembers all our voices, then sends them talking and telling through the leaves and the fields.

Writing stopped being fun when I discovered the difference between good writing and bad and, even more terrifying, the difference between it and true art. And after that, the whip came down.

I always write the end of everything first. I always write the last chapters of my books before I write the beginning. Then I go back to the beginning. I mean, it’s always nice to know where you’re going is my theory.

Really being friends is the most important part, I think, of any relationship.

Friendship is a pretty full-time occupation if you really are friendly with somebody. You can’t have too many friends because then you’re just not really friends.

Past certain ages or certain wisdoms it is very difficult to look with wonder; it is best done when one is a child; after that, and if you are lucky, you will find a bridge of childhood and walk across it.

Use the power of your mind. But don’t let your imagination dominate your ambitions.

You cannot imagine a more certain rule or a more powerful suggestion than this, that all the blessings we enjoy are divine deposits which we have received on this condition that we distribute them to others.

Wit is the flower of the imagination.

We are the miracle of force and matter making itself over into imagination and will. Incredible. The Life Force experimenting with forms. You for one. Me for another. The Universe has shouted itself alive. We are one of the shouts.

All of us invent ourselves. Some of us just have more imagination than others.

I just could never have imagined that I would be mentioned with Chris Evert or with Martina Navratilova, because I was just a kid with a dream and a racquet. Living in Compton, you know, this never happened before.

Anxiety and fear are cousins but not twins. Fear sees a threat. Anxiety imagines one.

Hatred grows into insolence when we desire to excel the rest of mankind and imagine we do not belong to the common lot; we even severely and haughtily despise others as our inferiors.