I want to get to the end and feel that I've done all I could, given the limitations and given the opportunities.

I like to look at how people work together when they are put into stressful situations, when life stops being cozy.

Art can make a difference because it pulls people up short. It says, don't accept things for their face value; you don't have to go along with any of this; you can think for yourself.

I don't know how to answer. I know what I think, but words in the head are like voices underwater. They are distorted.

I felt like a seed in a pomegranate. Some say that the pomegranate was the real apple of Eve, fruit of the womb, I would eat my way into perdition to taste you.

Happiness is a specific. Misery is a generalization. People usually know exactly why they are happy. They very rarely know why they are miserable.

Quest is at the heart of what I do-the holy grail, and the terror that you'll never find it, seemed a perfect metaphor for life.

I find pieces of myself everywhere, and I cut myself handling them.

Do you fall in love often?" Yes often. With a view, with a book, with a dog, a cat, with numbers, with friends, with complete strangers, with nothing at all.

I would eat my way into perdition to taste you.

Life cannot be calculated. That's the big mistake our civilization made. We never accepted that randomness is not a mistake in the equation -- it is part of the equation.

Adversity has ever been considered as the state in which a man most easily becomes acquainted with himself being free from flatterers.

I'm really good at laundry, and I have no problem cleaning the kitchen.

To them though, not to us, we were just a catalyst for their imagination.

What is opportunity to the man who cant use it?

I shall pray for your soul,' promised Nessarose. I shall wait for your shoes,' Elphie answered.

I do not cut my life up into days but my days into lives, each day, each hour, an entire life.

The question is how the questioner exists.

For knowledge is not given as gift...but through study...The free mind, not afraid of labor, presses on to attain the good.

The mind of the thoroughly well-informed man is a dreadful thing. It is like a bric-à-brac shop, all monsters and dust, with everything priced above its proper value.

Vivacity, leadership, must be had, and we are not allowed to be nice in choosing. We must fetch the pump with dirty water, if clean cannot be had.