All lovely things will have an ending, all lovely things will fade and die; and youth, that's now so bravely spending, Will beg a penny by and by.

The hiss was now becoming a roar - the whole world was a vast moving screen of snow - but even now it said peace, it said remoteness, it said cold, it said sleep.

The wandering one, the inquisitive dreamer of dreams, the eternal asker of answers, stands in the street, and lifts his palms for the first cold ghost of rain.

[At a musical concert:] . . . the music's pure algebra of enchantment.

Forward into the untrodden! Courage, old man, and hold on to your umbrella!

My heart has become as hard as a city street, the horses trample upon it, it sings like iron, all day long and all night long they beat, they ring like the hooves of time.

I'm afraid I wasn't much of a student, but my casual reading was enormous.

O sweet clean earth, from whom the green blade cometh! When we are dead, my best beloved and I, close well above us, that we may rest forever, sending up grass and blossoms to the sky.

Music I heard with you was more than music, and bread I broke with you was more than bread. Now that I am without you, all is desolate; all that was once so beautiful is dead.

Separate we come, and separate we go, And this be it known, is all that we know.

It's time to make love, douse the glim; The fireflies twinkle and dim; The stars lean together Like birds of a feather, And the loin lies down with the limb.

Follow your heart, Ithilnin, " Albirich repeated. "Time is precious. Don't waste it living someone else's life.

the soul mate doesn’t have tobe a romantic relationship.Sometimes in life, you meetpeople when you need them, and there is an immediateconnection.

I do love to capture beauty in this world. And photos can last the test of time.

No one is born without vices, and he is the best man who is encumbered with the least.

Suburbia is the insidious cartoon of the country house in a cartoon of the country.

Try to live so that you can always tell the truth.

If only I had an enemy bigger than my apathy I could've won.

One of the things I've thought about 'Midnight's Children' is that it is a novel which puts a Muslim family at the centre of the Indian experience.

No one has a clue how to build a conscious machine, at all. We have less clue about how to do that than we have about build a faster-than-light spaceship.

Rather than thinking to build, build to think.