This pain, this dying, this is just normal. This is how life is. In fact, I realize, there never was an earthquake. Life is just this way, broken, and I am crazy for dreaming of something else.

But, like ivy, we grow where there is room for us.

Some people need a red carpet rolled out in front of them in order to walk forward into friendship. They can't see the tiny outstretched hands all around them, everywhere, like leaves on trees.

That day I carried the dream around like a full glass of water, moving gracefully so I would not lose any of it.

What a terrible mistake to let go of something wonderful for something real.

I laughed and said, Life is easy. What I meant was, Life is easy with you here, and when you leave, it will be hard again.

Don't wait to be sure. Move, move, move.

We come from long lines of people destined never to meet.

... we had once called out hello into the cauldron of the world and then run away before anyone could respond.

Inelegantly, and without my consent, time passed.

I cried in English, I cried in french, I cried in all the languages, because tears are the same all around the world.

Tell me, Doctor, are you afraid of death?""I guess it depends on how you die.

Seize the moments that are before you instead of planning for future moments that get lost in the abyss of time.

People simply feel better about themselves when they’re good at something.

Religion without morality is a superstition and a curse, and morality without religion is impossible.

For us, there's an inherent process when you're ending something to be thinking about the beginning, as writers.

I believe that truth is the glue that holds government together, not only our government, but civilization itself.

Legislation needs a better reason than that lawyers like it, and that America does it.

Two hundred years ago, before the advent of capitalism, a man's social status was fixed from the beginning to the end of his life; he inherited it from his ancestors and it never changed.

My friends, I like them; my morals, I like them more!

German in the most extravagantly ugly language - it sounds like someone using a sick bag on a 747.