It is not fashionable anymore, I suppose, to have a regard for one's mother in the way my brother and I had then, in the mid-1950s, when the noise outside the window was mostly wind and sea chime.

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.

It is not necessary to be an 'Intelligent', It's wise to have the 'Internet

Reason is what we look for when we confused, but it should be in comfort that we look for reasons.

It's human nature to start taking things for granted again when danger isn't banging loudly on the door.

Ethics and religion must not stay at home when we go to work.

My mother was in advertising and worked incredibly hard when she was bringing us up. She was a working mother and a working single parent. That instills in you a sense of determination.

My mind is constantly going. For me to completely relax, I gotta get rid of my cell phone.

The Revolution has grown cold; all its principles are weakened; there remains only red caps worn by intriguers. The exercise of terror has made crime blasé, as strong liquors made the palace blasé.

Democracy is self-creating coherence.

I would say that clothes are an excuse for living in the world.

Any rap record from 1989 to 1999, besides [ones on] Death Row, we did promotions for it. We had our hand in everything.