Between memory and reality there are awkward discrepancies.

Life is an extravagant gown, riddled with lice.

In that little pocket-size world of his, he was the absolute master.

This is the secret of the golden flower: if the heart can die the flower will bloom, die as you are so you can be reborn.

Exhale the remnants/Of wounds that steal your freedom./No more prisons. Breathe.

If you desire ease, forsake learning.

I suppose he'll just have to do," she amended. "You'll have to suffer in silence with your male model...I feel for you." "Oh, stop it, Molly.

These trees and these old people have one thing in common - they're both going in the ground soon!

The world will be at war as long as the mind is at war with itself. If we can't find peace within ourselves, where is the hope for peace in the world?

I've never liked the press part of it (no offense), but it comes with the job.

Why is one man richer than another? Because he is more industrious, more persevering and more sagacious.

Good books, written by men or women, are ones in which you lose consciousness of the person writing the sentences.

The achievement of nationhood is a product not only of time and circumstance but usually of war and suffering as well.