Our memory fragments don't have any coherence until they're imagined in words. Time is a property of language, of syntax, and tense.

That is the strangeness of language: it crosses the boundaries of the body, is at once inside and outside, and it sometimes happens that we don't notice the threshold has been crossed.

We read each other through our eyes, and anatomically they are an extension of our brains. When we catch someone's eye, we look into a mind.

Crippled and crazy, we hobble toward the finish line, pen in hand.

Old places fire the internal weather of our pasts. The mild winds, aching calms, and hard storms of forgotten emotions return to us when we return to the spots where they happened.

Every man is a poet at heart.

Every time we've moved ahead in IBM, it was because someone was willing to take a chance, put his head on the block, and try something new.

For that is the power of the camera: seize the familiar and give it new meanings, a special significance by the mark of a personality.

I believe there are two periods in life, one for the bike, the other for becoming active on one's work.

It is best not to study too much on who gets what they deserve. It can lead to an overly complicated interpretation of God's personal attributes.

You will have found Christ when you are concerned with other people’s sufferings and not your own.

Footballers are more likely to work better if they get a pat on their back from the boss. A knife in the back is never the answer.

It was then that I realized that while playing the well-meaning tolerant individual (in short: liberal) garnered you fans and grades, it didn't matter. In my heart and head, I was a fraud.

The real "opium of the people", distracting men's minds from their essential task, is the communist myth of an earthly paradise.

How often we forget to dedicate ourselves to that which truly matters! We forget that we are children of God.