“Books are the mirrors of the soul.”

But beauty must be broken daily to remain beautiful.

The depths of the sea are only water after all.

We can best help you to prevent war not by repeating your words and following your methods but by finding new words and creating new methods.

Illness is a part of every human being’s experience. It enhances our perceptions and reduces self-consciousness. It is the great confessional; things are said, truths are blurted out which health conceals.

There was a star riding through clouds one night, & I said to the star, ‘Consume me

It might be possible that the world itself is without meaning.

Until we can comprehend the beguiling beauty of a single flower, we are woefully unable to grasp the meaning and potential of life itself.

To make ideas effective, we must be able to fire them off. We must put them into action.

I feel so intensely the delights of shutting oneself up in a little world of one’s own, with pictures and music and everything beautiful.

Why are women so much more interesting to men than men are to women?

A feminist is any woman who tells the truth about her life.

As a woman I have no country. As a woman my country is the whole world.

A veil of insanity everywhere: Oh why I was born in this age? It is a terrible age.

All extremes of feeling are allied with madness.

When I cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me I am in darkness – I am nothing.

Thinking is my fighting.

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.

Books are great. A lot of condensed knowledge in the palm of your hand.

Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout with some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven on by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand.