There are more hidden spaces in a city, more hidden lives and hidden emptinesses, and more darkened windows where shadow people pass fleetingly in and out of sight.

But if home suddenly becomes not like home, what then?

Places, like people, are complex, and loving them isn't simple.

Even places you know well can take on a touch of the unknown when you arrive there from a different direction.

Cities have the capability to at any moment shift out of the familiar, even if you've lived in one all your life.

You have to look at a thing long enough for it to really show itself to you...

Nothing in life is as important as you think it is when you are thinking about it.

Learn to be a responder, not a reactor.

People love me. And you know what, I have been very successful. Everybody loves me.

There is no place where we can safely store worn-out reactors or their garbage. No place!

Providence has at all times been my only dependence, for all other resources seemed to have failed us.

Now what is a wedding? Well, Webster's dictionary describes a wedding as the process of removing weeds from one's garden.

You make mistakes as a parent. Then you wish you hadn't said that, or you wish you hadn't told them how to dress. You cringe.

You mayn't get the things themselves; but nothing can prevent you from having the fun of looking forward to them.

There is kind of a fundamental conformity, which is a virtual requirement to enter into the media.

To need nothing is divine, and the less a man needs the nearer does he approach to divinity.