The desert teaches patience, silence, and the art of listening to the whispers of time.
Money is not my motivation. I’m driven by my passions.
I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately,I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, To put to rout all that was not life, and not when I had come to die, Discover that I had not lived.
I do not wish them [women] to have power over men; but over themselves.
The novel is an art form that is always in crisis, always on the verge of disappearing, and that's what keeps it alive.