The way a crowShook down on meThe dust of snowFrom a hemlock treeHas given my heartA change of moodAnd saved some partOf a day I had rued.

In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.

By working faithfully eight hours a day you may eventually get to be boss and work twelve hours a day.

The best way out is always through.

Two roads diverged in a wood and I - I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.

But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.

Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can't, and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it.

Live life like its the last breath you take for that breath is the whole essence of living, the little things in life are what connects us to all the big things we live for

Education is the ability to listen to almost anything without losing your temper or your self-confidence.

A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman's birthday but never remembers her age.

Before I built a wall I'd ask to know what I was walling in or walling out.

Try to be the best even if you can't be the best, you will be among the betters.

Plus he was naturally lucky at cards. As Mam had always said, lucky at cards, or lucky at life. One or the other. Not both.

As it was, being a Zimbabwean immigrant was the worst thing a person could be in Southern Africa. They were the new Hebrews – homeless.

I think I am looking as an actor to find ways to push myself into places I haven't been before as a human being.

The tree of life should perhaps be called the coral of life, base of branches dead; so that passages cannot be seen-this again offers contradiction to constant succession of germs in progress.

My writing process is ritualized and monotonous, but there's no other way to get the job done. All other fiction writers I've met say the same thing.

The pressure began to mount as I kept winning every time and people were anxious to see if I could be beaten.

The keenest pangs the wretched find Are rapture to the dreary void, The leafless desert of the mind, The waste of feelings unemployed.

I embrace that I'm different. That I'm unique.

We wouldn't survive if people didn't trust us.