Money and beauty are defenses against the sorrows of this world but neither can undo the past. Only time will conquer time. The way forward is the only way back to innocence and to peace.

His resiliency was not the resiliency of the dumb but of a lamb who can remember hurt but cannot sustain the anger or the bitterness that brittles the heart.

And because we have been given thought, will, and imagination, albeit on a human scale, we too have this power to create.

Then perhaps you shouldn't sleep. The imagination has terrifying power.

It's a world of sorrow, Oddie, because we make it so.

Living in a monastery, even as a guest rather than a monk, you have more opportunities than you might have elsewhere to see the world as it is, instead of through the shadow that you cast upon it.

Life had been hard on this girl, Jacob, but she had enough courage for an army.

Human beings not only can't bear too much reality, we flee from reality when someone doesn't force us close enough to the fire to feel the heat on our faces.

When you laugh at yourself, you gain perspective. Then you realize that the mistakes you made, as long as they didn't hurt anyone but yourself——well, you can forgive yourself for those.

My imagination is as rich as my bank account is empty.

You can't fix things with a hug, but you can't make them any worse either.

People Will Hear What The Wish To Hear, So Why Can’t Say and Do What You Wish In Life.

When we fail we pursue the success.When we succeed we party.

Truth has no duality.

I really care about where things are going. I care about what people are feeling and I like to ask the question why.

Life is good, but Wine is better.

There's a saying I read recently; I painted it on the fireplace and in my studio: "Be kind to everyone you meet, for everyone is fighting a great battle." We all are. Everyone.

The few have not strength to achieve great changes unaided; the many have not wisdom to be moved by truth unmixed.

I wonder if you are ashamed of calling a Democratically elected government a fascist government.

I write in bed, too. I find it very comforting. I want to sort of, like, crawl in a fetal position if I have to.

Hazel frowned. "Why that one?" "You don't see the ghost?" Frank asked. "Ghost?" Nico asked. Okay... if Frank was seeing a ghost that the Underworld kids couldn't see, something was definitely wrong.