Mens videt astra.(The soul sees the stars.)

I’m alive, ” he groaned. “But I’m not doing a very good job of it.

And turnips - endless ruptured turnips.

Saint Melor’s father was Saint Meliau.”“Was everyone in Bertaèyn a saint, back in the day?”“Everyone who didn’t murder anyone, maybe, ” Perrotte said.

You’re not mending anything, remember, Sand? The hedge.” He paused and shook his head at himself. “And Perrotte’s away for a few minutes, and you’re talking to yourself again.

Forgiveness is not death. It is life.

I asked him: Why didn’t you just tell me? He said: ‘If I tell you, you’ll just forget at some critical point. If you figure it out for yourself, you’ll always remember.

If a man has character, he has also his typical experience, which always recurs.

The more we try to stop others from falling, the more we hurt ourselves.

Suspicion of happiness is in our blood.

It is really quite amazing that all of the folks supporting privatization, from the president on down, keep invoking the name of my grandfather, Franklin Delano Roosevelt.

Gentrification can be a plague, as it eats up neighborhoods.

When I became secretary of state, we had 200,000 troops deployed in Iraq and Afghanistan. And I'm very grateful that we have brought home the vast majority of those.

Nothing is denied to well-directed labor.

Every friendship goes through ups and downs. Dysfunctional patterns set in, external situations cause internal friction, you grow apart and then bounce back together.

Scientists are slowly waking up to an inconvenient truth - the universe looks suspiciously like a fix. The issue concerns the very laws of nature themselves.

I'm no longer interested in being in big commercial films.