Here I am I am tired I am tired of running of having to carry my life like it was a basket of eggs

Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders.

Like a fellow running from or toward a gun ain't got time to worry whether the word for what he is doing is courage or cowardice.

I know now that what makes a fool is an inability to take even his own good advice.

And even a liar can be scared into telling the truth, same as honest man can be tortured into telling a lie.

Though children can accept adults as adults, adults can never accept children as anything but adults too.

ingenuity was apparently given man in order that he may supply himself in crises with shapes and sounds with which to guard himself from truth.

Time, the spaces of light and dark, had long since lost orderliness.

Memory believes before knowing remembers.[Light in August]

It is a happy faculty of the mind to slough that which conscience refuses to assimilate.

When it's a matter of not-do, I reckon a man can trust himself for advice. But when it comes to a matter of doing, I reckon a fellow had better listen to all the advice he can get.

When you throw everything up in the air anything becomes possible.

Love yourself before any other person. That's when you can really survive on your own.

There is zero chaos, we are running - this is a fine-tuned machine. And Reince [Priebus] is doing a good job but half his job is putting out lies by the press.

Irony is the hygiene of the mind.

People are people the world over. Some are good, some bad, some greedy and some generous. Nations are like people and act the same way.

There ain't no surer way to find out whether you like people or hate them than to travel with them. - Mark Twain, author Making the team is one thing, becoming a team is another.

Men make the best friends.

People around the world were moving from one place to another. No one was staying.

For the last year his grandma had been slipping in and out of reality. One minute she was as clear as a bell and the next she was calling him Simon. Who was Simon? He had no idea.

I never look back, darling. It distracts from the now.