He was the closest thing I'd ever had to something, or someone, that mattered. But in the end, close didn't count. You were either in, or you weren't.

Don't think or judge, just listen.

There comes a time when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own heart. So you'd better learn the sound of it. Otherwise you'll never understand what it's saying.

Your actions is like a raindrop; it falls into the pond making ripples and then its over.

It's a lot easier to be lost than found. It's the reason we're always searching and rarely discovered--so many locks not enough keys.

Looking at the pond, all I could think was that it is an incredivle thing, how a whole world can rise from what seems like nothing at all.

If you didn't love him, this never would have happened. But you did. And accepting that love and everything that followed it is part of letting it go.

You should never be surprised when someone treats you with respect, you should expect it.

Sometimes a question can hurt more than an answer.

Being brave and self-confident doesn't necessarily start inside...It starts with the rest of the world, and it leads back to you.

There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.

I prefer for 'my world' to have the highest certification of being a faithful representation of the exterior world.

I know now it is children who accept life

Being creative is a beautiful thing. Being creative for other people is work. No one wants to work at being creative.

A house is a machine for living in.

The secularists in Turkey haven't underestimated religion, they just made the mistake of believing they could control it with the power of the army alone.

In the 1960s, Robert Venturi and I played a game we called ‘I can like something worse than you can like.’

My type, which I didnt realize until somebody pointed out to me, apparently is brunettes with darker skin tones, but that is about it as far as aesthetically.

After the journey around the world, writing Hope's Edge, I began to see that it is not possible to know what's possible - and therein lies our freedom.

I think sometimes fate cuts you a break. Like it says, okay, you've had enough of that crap, so it's time you fell into something nice. See what you make out of it.

The minute you say "I can't", it is another wrong affirmation to your subconscious that you choose to lose.