I wasn't always a writer. When I went to college and majored in fine arts, I was a painter. Then I was a stay-at-home mom.

You can't give up something you really believe in for financial reasons. If you die by the roadside - so be it. But at least you know you've tried. Ten minutes in the music scene was the equal of one hundred years outside of it.

Robert Plant

Everyone knows that if you've got a brother, you're going to fight.

Liam Gallagher

Persecution is a tribute the great must always pay for preeminence.

Oliver Goldsmith

Moral indignation is jealousy with a halo.

H. G. [Herbert George] Wells

Dream is not a revelation. If a dream affords the dreamer some light on himself, it is not the person with closed eyes who makes the discovery but the person with open eyes lucid enough to fit thoughts together. Dream --a scintillating mirage surrounded by shadows --is essentially poetry.

Michel Leiris

I tend to foster drama via bleakness. If I want the reader to feel sympathy for a character, I cleave the character in half, on his birthday. And then it starts raining. And he's made of sugar.

George Saunders

Assassination is the extreme form of censorship; and it seems hard to justify an incitement to it on anti-censorial principles.

George Bernard Shaw

Our minds can work for us or against us at any given moment. We can learn to accept and live with the natural psychological laws that govern us, understanding how to flow with life rather than struggle against it. We can return to our natural state of contentment.

Richard Carlson

You're just as sane as I am.

J.K. Rowling

For a moment I lost myself, actually lost my life. I was set free! I belonged, without past or future, within peace and unity and a wild joy, within something greater than my own life . . . to life itself. I caught a glimpse of something greater than myself.

Eugene O'Neill, quoting the sour

Mom never quit on me. My only regret is that she didn't live long enough to share some of the money and comforts my work in show business has brought me.

Ethel Waters

O my love, my wife!Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breathHath had no power yet upon thy beauty.

William Shakespeare