I write about sex, not love. What do I know about love?
If I thought a man had never committed a sin in his life, I don't think I'd want to talk with him. A man with flaws is more interesting.
My mother and my father were illiterate immigrants from Russia. When I was a child they were constantly amazed that I could go to a building and take a book on any subject. They couldn't believe this access to knowledge we have here in America. They couldn't believe that it was free.
You haven't learned how to live until you've learned how to give.
Now, why is it that most of us can talk openly about the illnesses of our bodies, but when it comes to our brain and illnesses of the mind we clam up and because we clam up, people with emotional disorders feel ashamed, stigmatized, and don't seek the help that can make the difference.
Know what a loner is? He's a born cripple. He's a cripple because the only person he can live with is himself. It's his life, the way he wants to live. It's all for him.
In order to achieve anything you must be brave enough to fail.
Maybe—just maybe—Sadie had my best interests at heart. (I just caught her making faces at me, so maybe not. )
It was my fifth grade teacher who introduced the idea that writing could be more than a hobby for me.
I was involved in some peaceful protests.
Seeming and being are not one and the same.