Wait for the fruit to fall into your hand.

I am poor, but I am rich. I have my children, I have a garden with roses, and I have my faith and the memories of those who have gone before me. What more is there?

There is no rose without thorns.

We are like the phoenix," said Abuelita. "Rising again, with a new life ahead of us.

Oh Esperanza!' said Isabel, jumping up and down and clapping.'I think my heart is dancing.

You never have to get over it you just have to get on with it.

How many others were walking around and not even knowing that someone far away cared for them? Imagine all that love floating in the air, waiting to land on someone's life!

This is what you learned in college," the narrator tells you early on. "A man desires the satisfaction of his desire; a woman desires the condition of desiring.

Music does not have a race or a disposition! ... Every instrument has a voice that contributes. Music is a universal language...Music surpasses all distinctions between people.

... and her name was Freedom.

If my work has a theme, I suspect it is a simple one: that most human beings are inescapably alone, and therein lies their tragedy.

Things don't look hopeful for Darwinian naturalists.

The Law of Triviality... briefly stated, it means that the time spent on any item of the agenda will be in inverse proportion to the sum involved.

The shoe that fits one person pinches another; there is no recipe for living that suits all cases.

Do not be proud of your inconsistency. It is a pity, it is a pity that we should be equipped like this. It is a pity that Man cannot be at the same time impressive and truthful.

Time is: Too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear.

For there is some virtue or other to be exercised, whatever happens.

If it ever seems to us that the world is a place where bad things only happen to good people, it is because we still believe that bad things happening to bad people is a good thing.

When Steven Spielberg comes calling, it behooves you to seriously consider it.

This is the last sentence of my dissertation: "What is soul in music if not powerfully embodied human presence?"