Despair is a cavern beneath our feet and we teeter on its very brink.

To know a man's library is, in some measure, to know a man's mind.

A book is more than the sum of its materials. It is an artifact of the human mind and hand.

There are always a few who stand up in times of communal madness and have the courage to say that what unites us is greater than what divides us.

She was like a butterfly, full of color and vibrancy when she chose to open her wings, yet hardly visible when she closed them.

I'm a praying atheist. When I hear an ambulance siren, I ask for a blessing for those people in trouble, knowing that no one's listening. I think it's just a habit of mindfulness.

The brave man, the real hero, quakes with terror, sweats, feels his very bowels betray him, and in spite of this moves forward to do the act he dreads.

It is human nature to imagine, to put yourself in another's shoes. The past may be another country. But the only passport required is empathy.

Book burnings. Always the forerunners. Heralds of the stake, the ovens, the mass graves.

Who is the brave man--he who feels no fear? If so, then bravery is but a polite term for a mind devoid of rationality and imagination.

You go on. You set one foot in front of the other, and if a thin voice cries out, somewhere behind you, you pretend not to hear, and keep going.

Breaking through writer's block is like thinking out of the box: Both require an ability to imagine a world outside your four walls or rearranging them to get a better view.

The energy you give off is the energy you receive. I really think that, so I'm always myself - JUMPING, dancing, singing around, trying to cheer everybody up.

When a hot woman meets a hermit one of them is going to change.

I guess if I looked at it from an athletic standpoint, I don't really need to win another Tour. Seven Tours for me was a dream, six broke the record, so that eight doesn't really mean much.

I learned to walk when I was ten months old and I've been walking this way ever since.

Eating chicken without skin is like riding a bike without wheels

What would you be like if you were the only person in the world? If you want to be truly happy you must be that person.

To get back one's youth one has merely to repeat one's follies.

I don't smoke, I try to eat right, and I love doing yoga and going for hikes with my dog.

Every wrong attempt discarded is another step forward