I have the most charmed, most - I feel entirely blessed and lucky that I have the life that I have.

The world spins. We stumble on. It is enough.

I write about what I know; and I write about things that are new to me, and that I didn't know before.

The thing about love is that we come alive in bodies not our own.

Long ago, long ago. The simple things come back to us. They rest for a moment by our ribcages then suddenly reach in and twist our hearts a notch backward.

There are moments we return to, now and always. Family is like water - it has a memory of what it once filled, always trying to get back to the original stream.

There's a part of me that thinks perhaps we go on existing in a place even after we've left it.

We have to admire the world for not ending on us.

It was a silence that heard itself, awful and beautiful.

Give life long enough and it will solve all your problems, including the one of being alive.

Even if people laughed at the notion of goodness, if they found it sentimental, or nostalgic, it didn't matter -- it was none of those things, he said, and it had to be fought for.

When a person screams in pain, the actual pain is only half the noise they make. The other half is the terror at being forced to accept that they exist.

The spiritual eyesight improves as the physical eyesight declines.

Austere perseverance harsh and continuous may be employed by the least of us and rarely fails of its purpose for its silent power grows irresistibly greater with time.

Song: Heloise and Abelard by Elizabeth Devlin. Beyond the a propros subject matter, this lady can really play the Autoharp. This song sounds like something you'd find on a gramophone record.

Life is a nonstop circle; learn to live it from the first round.

Waiting for the spark from heaven to fall.

I prefer that Argentina wins the World Cup. Messi deserves it for all he has done in football. He's my friend, I wish him the best

When you are confronted with an opera, you have to keep an eye on everything: the musicians, the chorus, the ballet, the singers, the staging.

Morality, thou deadly bane,Thy tens o' thousands thou has slain!

To love is nothing. To be loved is something. But to love and be loved, that's everything.