I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.
When I had nothing to lose, I had everything. When I stopped being who I am, I found myself.
Talk sense to a fool and he calls you foolish.
I had already found that it was not good to be alone, and so made companionship with what there was around me, sometimes with the universe and sometimes with my own insignificant self; but my books were always my friends, let fail all else.
Though she be but little, she is fierce!
I’ve never fooled anyone. I’ve let people fool themselves. They didn’t bother to find out who and what I was. Instead they would invent a character for me. I wouldn’t argue with them. They were obviously loving somebody I wasn’t.
Freedom lies in being bold.
As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.
There is something delicious about writing the first words of a story. You never quite know where they’ll take you.
The more clearly we can focus our attention on the wonders and realities of the universe about us, the less taste we shall have for destruction.
There is no real ending. It’s just the place where you stop the story.
When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.
There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.
Winter is coming.
Be grateful for what you already have while you pursue your goals. If you aren’t grateful for what you already have, what makes you think you would be happy with more.
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