We are renters and borrowers and, in the end, only thieves.

We have learned by now that our beauty does not count as a possession. The only thing we truly own is our legend.

The world rushes through us. We are peaceful. We are as deep and black as space. Staring up at the stars, we see only our own image reflected back at us. We are infinite and we are ravenous.

And an ocean can swallow you, even when you can swim.

Being a man is bullshit; maybe trying to be a man had been the problem all along. At a certain point you just have to trust someone. Even if it’s only yourself.

Like “love, ” “hope” is one of those ridiculously disproportional words that by all rights should be a lot longer.

She was so stupid. Such a stupid, stupid girl.For ever thinking she could be admired, adored, or noticed. For every thinking she could be anything at all.

A seeker ventures out to find beauty. When he is on the top of a mountain, he discovers that beauty is inside of his heart.

The past is no longer yours; the future is not yet in your power. You have only the present wherein to do good.

Every healthy man can do without food for two days — but without poetry, never!

Your obligation as writers is to distinguish yourself. … The ultimate result should be a book that you write that no one else could have written.

No: war material is life-saving for one's own people and whoever works and performs in these spheres can be proud of it; here enterprise as a whole finds its highest justification of existence.

An effective apology focuses more on compassion for the victim than redemption for the offender.

There is no such thing as a value trap. There are investing mistakes.

If we sit by and become complacent and put our heads in the sand, we're complicit.