It’s like this…a starving man would gladly eat a radish, right? In fact, a radish would be a feast if that’s all he had. But if he had a buffet in front of him, the radish would never be chosen.

You don't take away my choices. You are my choice.

What is real and what is not is for your heart to decide and for your heart to know.

Falling for him would be like cliff diving. It would be either the most exhilarating thing that ever happened to me or the stupidest mistake I'd ever make.

I could feel the warmth of his presence as if a soft blanket had been wrapped around my soul, around my heart. It held me and protected me. It sheltered me and I knew I wasn't alone anymore.

Regrets are only felt by those who do not understand life's purpose.

If anyone can overcome a fear for the ocean, you can, little lady. Courage is being scared to death and saddlin' up anyway.

Oregon welcomed me like a beloved child, enfolded me in her cool arms, shushed my turbulent thoughts, and promised peace through her whispering pines.

Bad things sometimes happen to good people; the key to happiness is try to make the best of, and be thankful for the hand we're dealt

Tarzan-like men are my weakness, apparently.

(...)normalcy is an illusion. Each person is utterly unique. A standard of normalcy is something that most people of the world simply will never access.

Decide and communicate what you are for, what you support – not what you are against.

Inventor: A person who makes an ingenious arrangement of wheels, levers and springs, and believes it civilization.

In an oppressive society the truth-telling nature of literature is of a different order, and sometimes valued more highly than other elements in a work of art.

Virtue has many preachers, but few martyrs.

But social justice and the environment are very tied together in my head.

The false self lives mainly through memory and anticipation. Past and future are its main preoccupation.

It is important from time to time to slow down, to go away by yourself, and simply be.

When men choose not to believe in God, they do not thereafter believe in nothing, they then become capable of believing in anything.

Fire is the reuniting of matter with oxygen. If one bears that in mind, every blaze may be seen as a reunion, an occasion of chemical joy.

I certainly look at the modern guys and think they are a different species to when we played. They are fitter and their conditioning is extraordinary.