But she had to know words. She had to know everything.

When you're sad, my Little Star, go out of doors. It's always better underneath the open sky.

And so they played some of the world's loveliest piano music - the exiled homesick girl, the humiliated, tired old man. Not properly. Better than that.

Loneliness had taught Harriet that there was always someone who understood - it was just so often that they were dead, and in a book.

To show too much joy in a place such as this would be unseemly but, as he padded toward her, his tail was extended in a manner which would make wagging possible should all go as expected.

Shadows are cool and peaceful places for those whose minds are overstocked with treasure.

I want to live like music sounds."- Ruth

The sisters worked from dawn to dusk. One of them was an idiot; she started shaving her legs and marrying tax inspectors, so she was no good.

She was so intelligent that she could think herself into beauty. Intelligence...they don't talk about it much, the poets, but when a woman is intelligent and passionate and good.

For an instant she felt his touch on her cheek then he stepped back. There that was my ration for all eternity. People have died for less I dare say.

Slowly, Anna put up a hand to his muzzle and began to scratch that spot behind the ear where large dogs keep their souls.

Nothing on earth can ever equate to the level of joy that comes with loving oneself unconditionally.

Never Fall In Love !! Just Rise In Love !!

It's good to be selfish. But not so self-centered that you never listen to other people.

I think that the default for collecting any kind of personal data should be opt-in consent.

I am not the one of us who has no heart.

The deeper you get into the playoffs, obviously the better the opponent is. Which means they'll be better defensively, they'll rebound better, they don't turn the ball over.

Religion is all-too-often a refuge for scoundrels.

I have never met anyone who wanted to save the world without my financial support.

What I liked about working with Palmbomen and him being a super crate digger and super well known with all this exotic and unfamiliar music to me.

One of the uncovenanted benefits of living for a long time is that, having so many more dead than living friends, death can appear as a step backwards into the joyous past.