This is the irrational season Where love blooms bright and wild. Had Mary been filled with reason There'd have been no room for the child.
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I have been called the most powerful woman in the world, but I have on occasion lacked even the power of speech, because although we have crossed the threshold into a new century, there are still too many questions for which we have no answers.
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A life lived in chaos is an impossibility...
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I don't want to sound Pollyannaish, but I hope that out of a tragedy like this something good will come. I hope we understand we're one family.
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Truth is eternal, knowledge is changeable. It is disastrous to confuse them.
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A book comes and says, 'Write me.' My job is to try to serve it to the best of my ability, which is never good enough, but all I can do is listen to it, do what it tells me and collaborate.
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It's a good thing to have all the props pulled out from under us occasionally. It gives us some sense of what is rock under our feet, and what is sand.
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I believe in God, but I don't pray every minute.
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With each book I write, I become more and more convinced that [the books] have a life of their own, quite apart from me.
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Nothing is hopeless, we must hope for everything.
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When we were children, we used to think that when we were grown-up we would no longer be vulnerable. But to grow up is to accept vulnerability... To be alive is to be vulnerable.
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That's the way things come clear. All of a sudden. And then you realize how obvious they've been all along.
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The great thing about getting older is that you don't lose all the other ages you've been.
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The process of education in the oldest profession in the world is like any other educational process, in that it requires time and effort and ...
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You can't be a proper writer without a touch of madness, can you?
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We can't take any credit for our talents. It's how we use them that counts.
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