cruelty and benevolence are but shades of the same colour.

Attention shifted to him like sunflowers turning to the sun.

hills that stand soft and a sky that stands high and blue, and the sun setting behind a windmill, and always, always, hazy strings of mountains that fall and fall away on the horizon.

One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.

And that's the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.

A man who has no conscience, no goodness, does not suffer.

Nothing good came free. Even love. You paid for all things. And if you were poor, suffering was your currency.

But time, it is like charm. You never have as much as you think.

The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts.

I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded; not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.

Quiet is peace. Tranquility. Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life. Silence is pushing the off button. Shutting it down. All of it.

The worldly life has persisted due to imitation of worldly movements and by opposing them, one becomes free.

One of the privileges of childhood is that some of the world is mediated by adults.

I went to public school but kept to myself. When you live in a brothel, you don't want anyone coming to your home.

In his very first film, Mr. Gonzalez Inarritu makes the kind of journey some directors don't - or can't - travel in an entire career.

The only good thing about the good old days is they're gone.

Life is now. There was never a time when your life was not now, nor will there ever be.

I know there were many good policemen who died doing their duty. Some of the cops were even friends of ours. But a cop can go both ways.

That in a civil war there is continuous fighting, based on grievences that are forever changing.

A satisfactory translation is not always possible, but a good translator is never satisfied with it. It can usually be improved. (Newmark)

The deer season just opened. A deer hunter in Ventura Country brought in his first man yesterday.