“Look," said Janet, irritated, "if the thing you liked best to do in the world was read, and somebody offered to pay you room and board and give you a liberal arts degree if you would just read for four years, wouldn't you do it?”

“I had never feared insomnia before--like prison, wouldn't it just give you more time to read?”

“Somebody said: "Well, you did that to make us like you." No, no. It's not a reason you do things, to be liked. It's the right thing to do, to save lives.”

“I think it would be great to have a mall that looked like stores but you weren't selling things. You were just going to hang out or do things. Or if somebody bought a mall and turned it into a house that people could kind of come to and you could build rooms, and it's all orange furniture. Or you could just build environments. Reclaim a mall just in the name of aesthetics or to make something beautiful or something that has no real purpose. Wouldn't that be amazing?”

“Never Write an Advertisement Which You Wouldn't Want Your Own Family To Read. You wouldn't tell lies to your own wife. Don't tell them to mine. Do as you would be done by.”

“If you would not be forgotten as soon as you are gone, either write things worth reading or do things worth writing.”

“If you would not be forgotten, as soon as you are dead and rotten, either write things worth reading, or do things worth the writing.”

“If you don't read the newspaper, you are uninformed. If you do read the newspaper, you are misinformed.”

“Do not read so much, look about you and think of what you see there.”

“Don't do anything that you wouldn't feel comfortable reading about in the newspaper the next day.”