Life and death matters, yes. And the question of how to behave in this world, how to go in the face of everything. Time is short and the water is rising.

there isn't enough of anything as long as we live. But at intervals a sweetness appears and, given a chance prevails.

That's all we have, finally, the words, and they had better be the right ones.

Write about what you know, and what do you know better than your own secrets?

And what did you want? To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on the earth.

I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone's heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making, not one of us moving, not even when the room went dark.

It ought to make us feel ashamed when we talk like we know what we're talking about when we talk about love.

The places where water comes together with other water. Those places stand out in my mind like holy places.

Dreams, you know, are what you wake up from.

But I can hardly sit still. I keep fidgeting, crossing one leg and then the other. I feel like I could throw off sparks, or break a window--maybe rearrange all the furniture.

He wondered if she wondered if he were watching her.

Action is the foundational key to all success.

In order to know the Truth, you have to be out of your mind.

I wonder if life is a fairy tale!

When love is strong a man and a woman can make their bed on a sword's blade. When love grows weak a bed of 60 cubits is not large enough.

You can't control how you are perceived, and you are a fool if you waste any energy trying to do so. Vanity will get you nowhere.

Women can feel inspired by the story. People who haven't been traditionally given a chance to use their skills or shine are given a chance, and they prevail.

If I don't terrorize, I'm not Pop.

I consider myself a student of life.

All workers want is a fair shake.

I have a huge rib cage, which is why I can hold a note out until I'm blue in the face... because I have such a big lung capacity.