Build your house with the stones they hurled at you

I like people who can't die in their bed.

On the brink of sleep I have a gloomy thought: that saving yourself is only pushing yourself even deeper into the trap rather than getting out. Dying is the only way out.

Do you really know yourself so well or are you making it up?' she asks. Some things I concoct, some I glean from my senses, most I thirst for.

I'm not that man anymore. No one can stay that way too long. That's why wars end and a later generation catches its breath looking forward and erasing what's behind.

I can hardly keep track of the things I don't know, but every now and then comes an ignorance that makes me nostalgic.

I grow fond of David, who lays a single stone before Goliath and a single book, the Psalms, in the mouth of the world.

Sometimes to take two steps in a row, one after the other, I need to make a contract with myself.

A man dies and his skin loses heat like the sand on a summer evening. It makes you feel like warming him up.

You stay in the war because it would be shameful to stay out of it. An then grief seizes you and hold its grip till anger has turned you into a soldier.

In some strange way, any new fact or insight that I may have found has not seemed to me as a “discovery” of mine, but rather something that had always been there and that I had chanced to pick up.

With every single fiber of her soul, she wanted to be With every single fiber of her soul, she wanted to be

Toward the end of my pregnancy, I felt really big - I gained about 40 pounds, which is a lot for my size.

The most important thing is to not waste your money.

I took piano and drum lessons when I was young, and took a lot of choir classes in high school. Beyond that I just play by ear and learn as I go.

You got to hidey-hide, you got to jump and run again. You got to hide-hidey-hide, the old man is down the road.

Must the hunger become anger and the anger fury before anything will be done?

Never again can we afford to live with the narrow, provincial "outside agitator" idea. Anyone who lives inside the United States can never be considered an outsider.

Liberty is the breath of progress.

George Harrison was the kind of guy who wasn’t going to leave until he hugged you for five minutes and told you how much he loved you.