Life is not what we live; it is what we imagine we are living.

Given that we can live only a small part of what there is in us -- what happens with the rest?

We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there.

We are stratified creatures, creatures full of abysses, with a soul of inconstant quicksilver, with a mind whose color and shape change as in a kaleidoscope that is constantly shaken.

When dictatorship is a fact, revolution is a duty!

Loyalty... A will, a decision, a resolution of the soul.

A feeling is no longer the same when it comes the second time. It dies through the awareness of its return. We become tired and weary of our feelings when they come too often and last too long.

There were people who read and there were the others. Whether you were the a reader or a non-reader was soon apparent. There was no greater distinction between people.

But when we set out to understand somebody’s inside? Is that a trip that ever ends? Is the soul a place of facts? Or are the alleged facts only the deceptive shadows of our stories?

So, the fear of death might be described as the fear of not being able to become whom one had planned to be.

Isn't it true that it's not people who meet, but rather the shadows cast by their imaginations?

The best defense is great offense. . .We fight through our mistakes and failures by maximizing our forward motion.

Despair is the conclusion of fools.

A committee should consist of three men, two of whom are absent.

ISIS has a caliphate the size of Indiana! Also, US military has been totally gutted. Can't even project power anymore.

That's why 60,000 people go ape when the Stones play 'Satisfaction.' The songs are part of their legacy, and you fall back in love with them over the years.

... we are there with our cameras to record reality. Once we start modifying that which exists, we are robbing photography of its most valuable attribute.

I long to speak out the intense inspiration that comes to me from the lives of strong women.

Expressing yourself when he takes for granted doesn't work.

For me to be a saint means to be myself.

If you own the only newspaper in town, up until the last five years or so, you have pricing power and you didn't have to go to the office.