History and memory share events; that is, they share time and space. Every moment is two moments.

Hold a book in your hand and you're a pilgrim at the gates of a new city.

Long after you’ve forgotten someone’s voice, you can still remember the sound of their happiness or their sadness. You can feel it in your body.

The truth doesn't care what we think of it.

No one is born just once. If you're lucky, you'll emerge again in someone's arms; or unlucky, wake when the long tail of terror brushes the inside of your skull.

Important lessons: look carefully; record what you see. Find a way to make beauty necessary; find a way to make necessity beautiful.

If love wants you; if you've been melted down to stars, you will love with lungs and gills; with feathers and scales; with warm blood and cold.

Some stones are so heavy only silence helps you carry them!

The best teacher lodges an intent not in the mind but in the heart.

It is not a person’s depth you must discover, but their ascent. Find their path from depth to ascent.

I'm naive enough to think that love is always good no matter how long ago, no matter the circumstances.

The revolution has no leader, I said. It was more like a raging wild horse that would buck anyone who tried to mount it against its will.

For me, boviscopophobia (=the morbid fear of being seen as bovine) is an even stronger motive than semi-agoraphobia for staying on the ship when we're in port.

Now, Joyce being Joyce, he has about five different purposes, one not being enough for genius.

Other than that and the fact that I don't have to work any more my life hasn't changed a bit.

I'm coming to believe more and more in the truth that everything we do has consequences. A good deed doesn't just evaporate and disappear.

I have always been generous because I know that I have done well in life and I believe it is part of my duty to give back. So I am always been philanthropic.

In the love poetry of every age, the woman longs to be weighed down by the man's body.

...his face bore an expression that mingled haughty disdain with a tender, ardent sympathy, as if he would love all things if only his nature could let him forget their defects.

Russia is a difficult country to deal with, but I think that American policy on Russia has been foolish in the extreme.

High Air-castles are cunningly built of Words, the Words well bedded also in good Logic-mortar; wherein, however, no Knowledge will come to lodge.