A silent dark...as black as a moonless lake, as a ravine's wings, darkness there and nothing more, merely this and nothing more.

The functions of intellect are insufficient without courage, love, friendship, compassion and empathy.

The whisper of the dusk is night shedding its husk.

Where there is cake, there is hope. And there is always cake.

Petting, scratching, and cuddling a dog could be as soothing to the mind and heart as deep meditation and almost as good for the soul as prayer.

Nothing is worse than being alone on the evening of the day when one's cow has exploded.

Only once in a generation does anything as fresh as a vomiting detective come along.

The hands of every clock are shears, trimming us away scrap by scrap, and every time piece with a digital readout blinks us towards implosion.

Most people tend to think the best of those who are blessed with beauty; we have difficulty imagining that physical perfection can conceal twisted emotions or a damaged mind.

Any drunk who has tried to put his car where a lamppost stands is a self-educated physicist.

Given my heritage and the ordeal of my childhood, I sometimes wonder why I myself am not insane. Maybe I am.

When you choose your friends, don't be short-changed by choosing personality over character.

If you have to beg someone to be in your life, they don't belong there.

Gentleness doesn't get work done unless you happen to be a hen laying eggs.

Don't be disquieted in time of adversity. Be firm with dignity and self-reliant with vigor.

Practice means cutting down chance and risk.

Smaller cities, places like Sarajevo, for example, even amid all that destruction there's still so much pride that the [Olympic] games were there and that they did it.

The sacred demands the violation of what is normally the object of terrified respect.

I love the chill October days, when the brown leaves lie thick and sodden underneath your feet.

He who holds on to the Way seeks no excess. Since he lacks excess, he can grow old in no need to be renewed.

They were satisfied with their lives which had none of the vibrance his own was taking on. And he was angry at himself, that he could not change that for them.