As all mothers know, children travel faster than kisses. The speed of kisses is, in fact, what Doctor Fallow would call a cosmic constant. The speed of children has no limits.

Death is not a checkmate…it is more like a carnival trick. You cannot win, no matter how you move your Queen.

Do not ruin today with mourning tomorrow.

Hats have power. Hats can change you into someone else.

We all live inside the terrible engine of authority, and it grinds and shrieks and burns so that no one will say: lines on maps are silly.

Where there is a Key, there is yet hope.

That’s what happens to friends, eventually. They leave you. It’s practically what they’re for.

It is well known that reading quickens the growth of a heart like nothing else.

She sounds like someone who spends a lot of time in libraries, which are the best sorts of people.

When the world changes, it stashes us away where we can't make it run the other way again.

So most people go around with grimy machinery, when all it would take is a bit of spit and polish to make them paladins once more, bold knights and true.

Gnani Purush’ [the enlightened one] has become ‘Soul’ (Atma

If an expert says it can't be done, get another expert.

I went to see Oliver Stone's 'Heaven & Earth,' which I thought was a wonderful movie, but I walked out because I was so moved. It was too painful to watch.

I'm really a library man, or second-hand book man.

. The key to all of that is keeping hold of humility and keeping hold of the people around you, and making sure you stay grounded with your family and friends.

If you don't trust yourself, you won't trust others. You make a choice and see where it goes.

It's very painful to love someone who is wrestling with either an addiction or a mental illness because you want the best for them. And it seems so hard, and it's frustrating.

In a world full of shifting borders, everything is happening all at once in every possible direction.

He is a good man, who can receive a gift well. We are either glad or sorry at a gift, and both emotions are unbecoming.

To them, I said, the truth would be literally nothing but the shadows of the images.