You show you care, you die.You show you fear, you die.You show nothing, maybe you live.

Look. I have a strategy. Why expect anything? If you don’t expect anything, you don’t get disappointed.

If you look hard enough, chaos turns into order the way letters turn into words.

Simply to endure is to triumph.

Trying to remember, I have learned, is like trying to clutch a handful of fog. Trying to forget, like trying to hold back the monsoon.

Instead, we linger over a luxury that costs nothing: Imagining what may be.

A man who doles out sweets, and slaps, with the same hand.

Sometimes when we’re in situations where we feel we’re not in control, we do things, especially things that take a lot of energy, as a way of making ourselves feel we have some power.

This affliction--hope--is so cruel and stubborn, I believe it will kill me

Inside my head I carry: my baby goat, my baby brother, my ama's face, our family's future. My bundle is light. My burden is heavy.

Long time I been on my own, but now really I'm alone. I survive the killing, the starving, all the hate of the Khmer Rouge, but I think maybe now I will die of this, of broken heart.

Think good for yourself, good will follow you.when you think good for others, happiness will follow you and when happiness follows you, people will follow you.

Life's a gift, aim for the sky

The true nature of a democracy is its ability to say yes when even the powerful say no

My rackets are run on strictly American lines and they're going to stay that way.

I've made mistakes, I've misspoke, I am sure I will again sometime, but that happens, that's part of being human in my book. I'm OK with that. I've never done it maliciously, ever.

There is no self. There is nobody home. No forwarding address, no zip code. Address unknown.

I couldn't imagine somebody like Osama bin Laden understanding the joy of Chanukah.

We must be careful not to let our current appetites steal away any chance we might have for a future feast

It's a good thing we have gravity or else when birds died they'd just stay right up there. Hunters would be all confused.

They wanna censor me, they ratha see me in a cell, livin' in hell, with only a few of us to live to tell.