A good civilization gives the greatest possible scope to the common passions and makes them intelligible among the great number of people.

The body repeats the landscape. They are the source of each other and create each other.

Pears cannot ripen alone. So we ripened together.

I am luminous with age.

It was the bumble bee and the butterfly who survived, not the dinosaur.

These are the stories that never, never die, that are carried like seed into a new country, are told to you and me and make in us new and lasting strengths.

The history of an oppressed people is hidden in the lies and the agreed myth of its conquerors.

Linear thinking is patriarchal.

Suddenly many movements are going on within me, many things are happening, there is an almost unbearable sense of sprouting, of bursting encasements, of moving kernels, expanding flesh.

They never die, who have the future in them.

Each generation must go further than the last or what's the use in it?

You see, from where I stand, there are a couple of ways. You continue your journey and you will find your path or the path is already there and you aren't just able to see it.

If they don't walk away, we have to walk away, and sometimes we do it crying.

I instantly like people who laugh at my jokes. It's a weakness of mine.

I love the flow of the game. There’s a certain fluidity to basketball. I don’t enjoy watching baseball or football in the same way.

Bill Prady and Chuck Lorre, the guys who run that show [Big Bang Theory], are really funny and really smart, and the cast is fantastic to work with.

The difference is conflict, an important yet overlooked aspect of all good communications.

We all face difficulties of our own, and how comforting it is to immerse yourself in a book - my book, any book, any romance. It's entertainment, it's escape, and it can even be an inspiration!

This is one of those rare recipes, surprising in its flavors and wonderful in its simplicity -- an out-and-out favorite of mine.

The reality of the individualis an incoherent reality and must be expressed incoherently.

Those comfortably padded lunatic asylums which are known, euphemistically, as the stately homes of England.