You may be a little older, or a little more neurotic, or a little more closed off. But inside, you're just the same.

When you're old, you are more certain of who you are, and that may be a good thing or a bad thing.

In that day, we didn't have no remote controls and vacuum cleaners. If you wanted all that stuff you had children!

You really will reap what you sew.

Don't try to be seen, God may be hiding you on purpose.

Don't wait for someone to green light your project, build your own intersection.

For anybody who loves what they do, mediocrity is not enough. You don’t have to be the best in the world, but you should be the best that you can be.

On tour, you never have a home, you don't get used to anything, and you're always super busy.

The whole time after you record an album, you're just waiting for the release date. You're waiting for fans to hear it and stuff.

You can’t ever be really free if you admire somebody too much, I know.

You're an idiot," Snufkin said. "Or still worse, you're a story spoiler.

But that's how it is when you start wanting to have things. Now, I just look at them, and when I go away I carry them in my head. Then my hands are always free, because I don't have to carry a suitcase.

You can't ever be really free if you admire somebody too much.

The first thing you have to do is make sure you're still wanted back. I never take that for granted any more.

If you want your debt lifted you've got to sell your school and your hospitals.

The uncut diaries are 16 million words. It's very tiring to do your diary every night before you go to bed.

Age does take it out of you, and I haven't the energy I had before. Sometimes I have breakfast and sit in this chair, and I wake up and it is lunchtime. In the past, the idea of sleeping through a morning would have horrified me, but you have to accept the limitations that old age imposes on you.

I write the way women have babies. You don't know it's going to be like that. If you did, there's no way you would go through with it.

Perhaps that's what all human relationships boil down to: Would you save my life? or would you take it?

For now he knew what Shalimar knew: If you surrendered to the air, you could ride it.

You don't have to love me but you damn well have to respect me.

He leans over and takes her hand. With the other he touches her face. ‘You your best thing, Sethe. You are.’ His holding fingers are holding hers. ‘Me? Me?

If you surrender to the wind you can ride it.

It's a bad word, 'belong.' Especially when you put it with somebody you love ... You can't own a human being.