…while men and women perished, and cities fell, symbols endured, grew. Symbols were immortal.

In winter the very ground seemed to reach up and grab the elderly, yanking them to earth as though hungry for them.

…and all the other tools that mistook information for knowledge

He had his treasure, but finally all he wanted was his family. And peace.

Joy doesn't ever leave, you know. It's always with you. And one day you'll find it again.

…struck. Once. And into that blow he put his childhood, his grief, his loss. He put his mother’s sorrow and his sister’s longing. The menorah, weighed down with that, crushed the Hermit’s skull.

That was the danger. Not that betrayals happened, not that cruel things happened, but that they could outweigh all the good. That we could forget the good and only remember the bad.

…in the library…surrounded by things far more dangerous than what roamed the school corridors. For here thoughts were housed.

Not everything buried is actually dead. For many, the past is alive.

She’d forgotten to love, but she also forgot to hate. (about Clara’s mother, who had dementia)

A murder was never about brawn, it began and ended in the brain and the brain could justify anything.

Follow your bliss and let the magic of life happen.

Bold didn’t know what he felt, it changed minute by minute.

Believing in our hearts that who we are is enough is the key to a more satisfying and balanced life.

Nobody knows exactly what he's capable of until he tries.

I tended to be more a romantic than a realist, and chose blind faith over cold logic.

The only way to keep a broken vessel full is to keep it always under the tap.

We share responsibility. It's important to have a good spouse; that's where I sympathize with single parents.

I fell in love again (laughs).

Proliferation of nuclear weapons to terrorist organisations is far more dangerous than proliferation of nuclear weapons to states, even states like North Korea.

Powerful women are a threat in any society which is why I am such a target.