Language is like drinking from one's own reflection in still water. We only take from it what we are at the time.

Hands have their own language.

For lonely people, rain is a chance to be touched.

I think people would be happier if they admitted things more often. In a sense we are all prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment - we are all defined by something we can’t change.

The beauty of artifacts is in how they reassure us we’re not the first to die.

I wonder if things can happen too early or too late or if everything happens at exactly the right time. If so, how sad and beautiful.

You were unsure which pain is worse -- the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will.

Every moment is the paradox of now or never.

For some people, life is the process of knocking through walls to get out. For others, it is the building of walls.

The most significant conversations of our lives occur in silence.

I read books because I love them, not because I think I should read them.

The worst kind of loneliness, I think, is to be in the presence of those you love and have them treat you like you aren't there.

She wants another spin on the wheel of fortune? This was always my problem with her: I could never tell the difference between the feeling of love and the feeling of danger.

The weather and my mood have little connection. I have my foggy and my fine days within me; my prosperity or misfortune has little to do with the matter.

God gives some more than others because some accept more than others.

When I see a 9/11 victim family on television, or whatever, I'm just like, 'Oh shut up' I'm so sick of them because they're always complaining.

I think any belief system that says to a person, "I don't need Jesus because I have my ritual" is a problem.

Resolved, never to lose one moment of time; but improve it the most profitable way I possibly can.

Hookers have to deliver on their promise... unlike politicians.

When people feel their insignificance as individual persons, they also suffer an undermining of their sense of human responsibility.

Glory never arrives through the front door. She sneaks in uninvited round the back or through an upstairs window while you are sleeping.