Quotes About Author

I was happy in Dublin because it is very cosmopolitan.

The theme of exile is attractive to me, because it's sort of like the family business. Not just music, but travel.

Although my book is banned I am still allowed to go to China and travel. There is no longer the kind of control that Mao used to have-there have been deep fundamental changes in society.

I based in Brazil, Sao Paulo, but I come very often to the states, and I travel all over the world.

What an absurdity to go and bury oneself in South America, where they are always having revolutions.

As I've started school I have a student-feeling wardrobe and then because I travel a lot, things feel very different for different places and days.

I suppose anyone who has ever written a travel book has had the experience of being accosted by a reader with blood in his eye and a lawsuit in his voice.

On the larger issue of the travel ban, our friend Charles Krauthammer of The Washington Post I think put it pretty well. I'm not sure it's illegal, but it's extremely stupid.

There is no unhappiness like the misery of sighting land again after a cheerful careless voyage.

I'm fine. I'm at an antique store, by the clothes store just a mile or so from-" "Which clothes store, Tess? If you haven't noticed, there are about a million.

The trouble with all these other countries is they're all being run by foreigners.

Love shook my heart/ Like the wind on the mountain/ Troubling the oak-trees

But I was also doing odd jobs around Portland, like spreading gravel and transplanting bamboo trees.

God in the whizzing of a pleasant wind Shall march upon the tops of mulberry trees.

I get hoes like acorns falling out of trees.

Cursed is everyone who hangs on a tree.

The windows, the starving windows that drive the trees like nails into my heart.

At my home in the southwest of France, I grow oak, hazel, and lemon trees in my backyard.

This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary. The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue.

If I have my way, I'm going to dissolve the Forest Service. They're in the business of harvesting trees and they're not harvesting trees, so why have them anymore ?

The wackos get their information through the Christian right, Christian radio, mail, the internet and telephone trees.

Was it for crimes that I had done He groaned upon the tree? Amazing pity! Grace unknown! And love beyond degree!

The oldOld winds that blewWhen chaos was, what doThey tell the clattered trees that IShould weep?

Fang (sarcasticaly): Go pick out a tree and I'll carve our initials in it. Max: (screams and goes in the bathroom)