And I know I'm supposed to feel guilty for wanting people to buy my books... and books in general? Novels and poetry, they belong to the realm of art. How dirty of us to try to hawk art! But, after a decade of hand-wringing and apologies, I can't quite muster the guilt anymore.

One man scorned and covered with scars still strove with his last ounce of courage to reach the unreachable stars and the world will be better for this.

Miguel de Cervantes

Someone once told me that something they really liked about me was that they thought that I was really down to earth and not high-maintenance. I think that was cool. It's important to stay grounded.

Victoria Justice

...[F]ireworks had for her a direct and magical appeal. Their attraction was more complex than that of any other form of art. They had pattern and sequence, colour and sound, brilliance and mobility; they had suspense, surprise, and a faint hint of danger; above all, they had the supreme quality of transience, which puts the keenest edge on beauty and makes it touch some spring in the heart which more enduring excellences cannot reach.

Jan Struther

Age: that period of life in which we compound for the vices that we still cherish by reviling those that we no longer have the enterprise to commit

Ambrose Bierce

If all you can do is a bad thing, well at least do it with your style!

Toba Beta

Philosophy, like medicine, has plenty of drugs, few good remedies, and hardly any specific cures.

Sebastian Roch Nicolas Chamfort

Political image is like mixing cement. When it's wet, you can move it around and shape it, but at some point it hardens and there's almost nothing you can do to reshape it.

Walter F. Mondale

I'm too old-fashioned to use a computer. I'm too old-fashioned to use a quill.

Christopher Plummer

Nations, like men, have their infancy.

Henry Bolingbroke

Education makes a people easy to lead, but difficult to drive; easy to govern, but impossible to enslave.

Omar Bradley

I have come to accept the feeling of not knowing where I am going. And I have trained myself to love it. Because it is only when we are suspended in mid-air with no landing in sight, that we force our wings to unravel and alas begin our flight. And as we fly, we still may not know where we are going to. But the miracle is in the unfolding of the wings. You may not know where you're going, but you know that so long as you spread your wings, the winds will carry you.

C. JoyBell C.

I've got tonnes of aboriginal and Native American art, but I'd like even more.

Tori Amos