Accept that there are things in this world we can never explain and life will be understandable. That is the irony of life. It is also the beauty of it.

For what is a person without memories? A ghost, trapped between worlds, without an identity, with no future, no past.

Moments in time when the world is changing bring out the best and the worst in people.

To have memories, happy or sorrowful, is a blessing, for it shows we have lived our lives without reservation.

Die while I can still remember who I am, who I used to be.

Memories I had locked away have begun to break free, like shards of ice fracturing off an arctic shelf. In sleep, these broken floes drift toward the morning light of remembrance.

The palest ink will endure beyond the memories of man

A raintree bent towards a window in one side of the bungalow, eavesdropping on the conversations that had taken place inside over years.

Time is eating away my memory. Time, and this illness, this trespasser in my brain.

The mind forgets, but the heart will always remember. And what is the heart's memory but love itself?

Strive to be more than number one—strive to be the greatest number one.

One way or another, all humans are superstitious.

It seemed possible to me, in the dry heat of that courtroom, that heaven was a metaphor for the grace of perspective you get when you die

In Boston they ask, how much does he know? In New York, how much is he worth? In Philadelphia, who were his parents?

There is so much stubborn hope in the human heart.

Well, acting has been a dream of mine since I can remember; being in the movies and acting, having those experiences.

The human spirit is nurtured by praise, as much as a seedling is nurtured by the soil, the water and the sun.

Give every day the chance to become the most beautiful day of your life.

If you're comfortable with yourself-which everyone can get to, to some extent-that's when you start getting into who is your real self.

Sometimes it's hard to accept one's inner weirdo.