Human beings can't bear silence. It would mean that they would bear themselves.

We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there.

A feeling is no longer the same when it comes the second time. It dies through the awareness of its return. We become tired and weary of our feelings when they come too often and last too long.

To understand yourself: Is that a discovery or a creation?

Kitsch is the most pernicious of all prisons. The bars are covered with the gold of simplistic, unreal feelings, so that you take them for the pillars of a palace.

Then there was a silence he had never before experienced: in it, you could hear the years.

You can never have for yourself someone who isn't on good terms with himself.

Like forearm veins, my interests spread in different directions and eventually led to the hands, to writing.

He rarely saw a doorway without advancing through it as if he owned it. Since he owned a good many doorways, he would have pointed out that this was a reasonable assumption.

What is indisputable is the fact that unbelief is the force that gives birth to all of our bad behavior and every moral failure. It is the root.

I've come to believe that how we choose to live with pain, or injustice, or death....is the true measure of the Divine within us.

Using these unnamed sources, if done properly, carefully and fairly, provides more accountability in government.

I love to prove people wrong. They expect I'll sound a certain way when they see me, then they hear me and they can't believe it. I love that.

The Baron, unfortunately, turns it all the way up to eleven." "Seriously? Because, you know, that's one more evil

I have tried... believe me, I have tried to like rap music. It makes me feel so very, very old. I have tried to get home with the downies.

So uncritically do we accept the idea of property in ideas that we don't even notice how monstrous it is to deny ideas to a people who are dying without them.

I wanted to keep things as normal as possible for the trainees, so I led my usual morning class. I called it Magic Problem-Solving 101. The trainees called it Whatever Works.