This was the start of a period that blurs as I try to recall it. Incidents seem to cascade and merge. Events become feelings, fellings become events. Head and heart are contrary historians.

She was bendable light: she shone around every corner of my day.

When a stargirl cries, she sheds not tears but light.

Home is everything you can walk to.

She might be pointing to a doorway, or a person, or the sky. But such things were so common to my eyes, so undistinguished, that they would register as "nothing" I walked in a gray world of nothing.

What she saw, she felt. Her eyes went straight to her heart.

I understood. I suffered. But whose sake was I suffering for? I kept thinking of Señor Saguaro's question: Whose affection do you value more, hers or the others'?

And the trouble with bad times is, you can't sleep through them.

So distracting, so complete is she that she is gone before many realize that she had no escort, she was along, a parade of one.

So distracting, so complete is she that she is gone before many realize that she had no escort, she was alone, a parade of one.

I'm looking over a four-leaf clover that I overlooked before.

The behavior of any bureaucratic organization can best be understood by assuming that it is controlled by a secret cabal of its enemies.

The nurse snorted, and said. “All men are pigs.” “Not all men.” Jango said. “Some of the men are zombies.

No, no, no, no. Don't get carried away, man. One thaw is not the summer.

Blind risk is stupid, but calculated risks are worth taking.

I was thinking about the legacy of ghosts in fiction, and specifically the moral power of those Dickensian ghosts. Because a ghost can be a very powerful but also manipulative element.

Hoodies are definitely street wear, no doubt. It's amazing how hoodies have become such an important staple in people's wardrobes.

The President sends us a billion-page paper that shows how he would spend the money if he were spending the money. He doesn't have the authority to spend the money. He doesn't spend $1 of the money.

I had a choice. I could become an economist & managing director. I choose to do something else. I would have become much, much richer than I am. I choose to not do that. It's that simple.

You are free to think thoughts of worry or joy, and whatever you choose will attract the same kind back to you. Worry attracts worry. Joy attracts joy.

Internal victories precede external victories.