Look at the rain long enough, with no thoughts in your head, and you gradually feel your body falling loose, shaking free of the world of reality. Rain has the power to hypnotize.

For a while" is a phrase whose length can't be measured.At least by the person who's waiting.

I would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she's gone. There is no middle ground. Probably is a word that you may find south of the border. But never, ever west of the sun.

When you’re always scheming about ways to make money, it’s like a part of you is lost.

What we needed were not words and promises but the steady accumulation of small realities.

It was as if - this something I thought of only later, of course - she was gently peeling back one layer after another that covered a person's heart, a very sensual feeling.

There are some things in this world that can be done over, and some that can't. And time passing is one thing that can't be redone. Come this tar, and you can't come back.

There are some things in this world that can be done over, and some that can't. And time passing is one thing that can't be undone. Come this far, and you can't go back.

It was as if-this is something I thought of only later, of course-she was gently peeling bcd one layer after another hat covered a person's heart, a very sensual feeling.

It was as if - this something I thought of only later, of course - she were gently peeling back one layer after another that covered a person's heart, a very sensual feeling.

Loving her, and being loved, was the only way I could hold myself together.

Look at 'em, ' he said. 'Goddam fools.' 'Who?' said Ginnie. 'I don't know. Anybody.

His attitude to physical clues was rather like that of the modern Christian to miracles. They could happen, but probably not just at the moment.

He extended his hand, and one by one, everyone put their hands on top of his as a show of unity.

One of the many lessons that one learns in prison is that things are what they are and will be what they will be.

It is our sacred duty to transmit unimpaired to our posterity the blessings of liberty which were bequeathed to us by the founders of the Republic.

When I was a teen, or like 18 to early 20s, I used to go to festivals all the time. I'd save all my money.

Our self-respect tracks our choices. Every time we act in harmony with our authentic self and our heart, we earn our respect. It is that simple. Every choice matters.

My future will be better than my past.

For inside all the weakness of old age, the spirit, God knows, is as mercurial as it ever was.

In some quiet way, the expression and feelings of gratitude have a wonderful cleansing or healing nature. Gratitude brings warmth to the giver and the receiver alike.