Hope Is A Talent Like Any Other.

There Is As Much Vanity In Self-scourgings As In Self-justification.

Each Time That I Have Run Away - And From A Habit It Quickly Became An Illness - I Have Betrayed Someone. Myself, But Not Always Only Myself.

She Did Not So Much Cook As Assassinate Food.

Novelists Who Treat Violence And Cruelty As Something To Be Exploited For Their Effect, Or To Enjoy The Pleasure Of An Evacuation, Are Carriers Of A Singularly Unpleasant Disease.

There Is Only One World; The World Pressing Against You At This Minute. There Is Only One Minute In Which You Are Alive; This Minute Here And Now. The Only Way To Live Is By Accepting Each Minute As An Unrepeatable Miracle.