I want to say, Christina, that you are ... unusual. And somehow..." her voice trails off. "Your mind-- your curiosity-- will be your comfort.

People have to snatch at happiness when they can, in this world. It is always easier to lose than to find...

Something inexorable seeds itself in the place of your origin. You can never escape the bonds of family history, no matter how far you travel.

It's painful to hold out hope for the things that once brought you joy. You have to find ways to make yourself forget.

My heart is shattered, an all that's left are jagged shards.

I remember her words to me when I left school: Your mind will be your comfort. It is, sometimes. And sometimes it isn't.

I couldn't have imagined how much more there was to lose.

I ... am left with the lingering feeling that the places we go in our minds to find comfort have little to do with where our bodies go.

The older I get, the more I believe that the greatest kindness is acceptance.

To get it all done I have to dim my brain, turn it down by notches like the flat-turn knob on a gas lantern, leaving only a nub of flame.

Do our natures dictate the choices we make, I wonder, or do we choose to live a certain way because of circumstances beyond our control?

A man might share his wealth, but never his authority.

I focus all my energy into become a faster, stronger, and better version of myself.

Every artist gets asked the question, 'Where do you get your ideas?' The honest artist answers, 'I steal them.'

I have to erase my Google search histories, because they always lead to an obituary.

Hell and Heaven are near man, yes, in him; and every man after death goes to that Hell or heaven in which he was, or to his spirit, during his abode in the world.

The public is not greatly interested in saving a little money on a purchase at the expense of service.

I have to create a circle of reading for myself: Epictetus, Marcus Aurelius, Lao-Tzu, Buddha, Pascal, The New Testament. This is also necessary for all people.

I want to spend my time with people who don't look to be respected. But such good people won't want to spend their time with me.

Courage, the footstool of the Virtues, upon which they stand.

The knowledge that every day there is something more to learn, something higher to reach for, something new to make for others, makes each day infinitely precious