What one does is always worth more than words.

All creative work begins as play. The more one plays, the better one works.

The artist’s duty is to defend the exceptional: the imagination.

Is hell the way to heaven? I think it’s the way to hell.

Hate’s ultimate victory is to make us dependent on it.

The memories we’re fondest of are not always our own

Home’s a place to come back to, not a place to stay.

Thoughts are phantoms. And when you fight with phantoms they always win.

When one loves willingly, there is no sacrifice.

Believing in yourself is the best poetry.

Those who refuse to drink are always thirsty.

Reasons? There are no reasons.

Music is the most abstract of the arts; dance, the most concrete.

Death kills us once; worry kills us every day.

Happiness: the feeling of being alive.

Writing is discovering what you don’t know.

Once you master starting and stopping, the rest is easy.

Make your life beautiful, you’re the only one who can.

The wild ivy grows wherever it pleases.

A long leash is not freedom.

Trust opens the door that pain had sealed shut.

A microbe is more deadly than a minotaur

Two kinds of writers. One treats the world as if it were fiction; the other treats fiction as if it were the world.

Actions speak louder than words is still the great truth about life.

I don’t believe in Doubt.

Unless I speak, you won’t see me.

Meddling is the evil, not indifference.

The people who enlighten us are the ones who tell us their secrets.

Salt water is and isn’t the ocean.

When I told the rainbow what its colors meant, it laughed.

Love is not insatiable. What is insatiable is the need for love.

The fenced-in dog barks at the one running free.

People grow bitter and cynical about life because they can’t bend it to their will.

We are fighting now to save that endangered species-the individual.

There is no end to wonder once one starts really looking.

Don’t resist! Open the door when love comes knocking.

When all else fails, stare straight into the sun.

The mouse that fears the trap has already been trapped.

You don’t learn art from life, or life from art.

In dreams and stories we rearrange our lives.

The freedom I treasure most is the freedom to get up and leave.

It’s not easy to change things. Things fight back.

Nothing is known until the heart knows it.

If the cockroaches survive and we don’t, what does that say about human intelligence?

Some leaves hang on longer but eventually they all fall.

Better Old King Cole and his merry soul than a hundred Jeremiahs.

Tears have always been easier to shed than explain.

Moths don’t need to explain why they’re attracted to the light.

Who can explain life? Who can understand it? Like cats, we just do what we do.

Thinking must never be a substitute for action.