A blind man can see how much I love you

Marriage is not a ritual or an end. It is a long, intricate, intimate dance together and nothing matters more than your own sense of balance and your choice of partner.

You are imperfect, permanently and inevitably flawed. And you are beautiful.

The library is every child's lighthouse. It is every person's sanctuary. It is every town and county's fortress in the face of ignorance, intrusion and bad behavior.

Some people are your family no matter when you find them, and some people are not, even if you are laid, still wet and crumpled, in their arms.

Everyone has two memories. The one you can tell and the one that is stuck to the underside of that, the dark, tarry smear of what happened.

Bad people doing bad things is not interesting. What I find interesting is good people doing bad things.

Be real and unashamed. Even of your faults.

Intimacy is being seen and known as the person you truly are.

There is no such thing as a good writer and a bad liar.

Is it better for a woman to marry a man who loves her than a man she loves.

I never teach my pupils, I only attempt to provide the conditions in which they can learn.

The universality of a custom is pledge of its worth.

All of us are living with dogmas that we accept as truths. When one of these is overturned, there's an initial gasp, soon followed by a rush of exhilaration.

Everything is already healed, except in the dream of illness. Let the illusion go, in exchange for peace.

These are things I love, things I've worn. I get more compliments on accessories than anything else. I think they're kind of like herbs and spices. They give zest and zing to an outfit.

In the steel industry the corporations generally have accepted collective bargaining and negotiated wage agreements with the Committee for Industrial Organization.

Men tell me that I've saved their marriages. It costs them a fortune in shoes, but it's cheaper than a divorce. So I'm still useful, you see.

The reason I'm an actor is because I'll never be able to be perfect.

I was wasting my time, praying for love. For a love that never comes, from someone who does not exist.

You may my Glories and my State depose, But not my Griefes; still am I King of those.