Sociological prose can tell you everything, but it can't point out the grief.

To be wild is not to be crazy or psychotic. True wildness is a love of nature, a delight in silence, a voice free to say spontaneous things, and an exuberant curiosity in the face of the unknown.

... where a man's wound is, that is where his genius will be.

We did not come to remain whole. We came to lose our leaves like the trees, Trees that start again.

The door to the soul is unlocked; you do not need to please the doorkeeper, the door in front of you is yours, intended for you, and the doorkeeper obeys when spoken to.

Every part of you that you do not love will regress and become hostile towards you.

We make the path by walking.

It’s all right if you grow your wings on the way down.

There are a lot of men who are healthier at age fifty then they have ever been before, because a lot of their fear is gone.

The beginning of love is a horror of emptiness.

Every noon as the clock hands arrive at twelve, I want to tie the two arms together, And walk out of the bank carrying time in bags.

The whole mass of humanity . . . marches constantly, though slowly, toward greater perfection.

It's hard to look at things that are too close.

I just want you inside, baby, we don't need to talk about promises.

I think heroism is when somebody really goes above and beyond the call of duty and does something outstanding for either themselves or somebody else.

Richelle Mead delivers sexy action and tongue-in-cheek hellish humor-if damnation is this fun, sign me up!

Man is tied to the weight of his own past, and even by a great therapeutic labor little more can be accomplished than a shifting of the burden.

I think that by arming the allies of ISIS, the Islamic rebels against [Bashar] Assad, that we created a safe space or made that space bigger for ISIS to grow.

The logic was, there weren't too many female comedians, so I thought I might as well try a field that had fewer competitors than the field I was in, which was acting, singing and dancing.

Growing up in the '60s and the '70s, things certainly seemed more simplistic and easier to digest.

Sometimes I didn't even feel like getting out of bed. I took to wearing my days-of-the-week panties out of order. It could be Monday and I'd have on underwear saying Thursday. I just didn't care.