Are the details of our lives who we are, or is it owning those details that makes the difference?

The world before us is a postcard, and I imagine the story we are writing on it.

Whatever you choose for your stationery is your favorite color because it's where you pour your heart out.

I created an icicle sculpture in the snow. White on white.

Some things aren't meant to be known. Only believed.

Sometimes there's not a better way. Sometimes there's only the hard way.

What I think is all I have left. My mind is the only thing that makes me different from a fancy toaster. What we think does matter-it's all we truly have.

I don't want five hundred billion neural chips. I want guts.

I thought grandmothers had to like you. It’s a law or something.

I just think perfection and lasting through the ages is for Greek statues, not us mere humans.

There is something about her eyes. Eyes don't breathe. I know that much. But hers look breathless.

An interval of meditation, serious and grateful, was the best corrective of everything dangerous.

Still am I the richest and most to be envied - I, the lonesomest one!

Once you feel the desire to engage, think about what you're good at and what you can contribute. It's about breaking down the idea that there are activists and ordinary people.

What wounded veteran's don't need is sympathy. THey need to be treated like the men they are: equals, heroes, and people who still have tremendous value for society.

Speak of love with others. Remind each other of your spiritual purpose

I used to sketch - that's the way I thought out loud. Then they made a book of my sketches, and I got self-conscious, so now I don't do it much.

Thrée maie a kepe counsayle, if two be away.

The world is not something to understand. Instead, you just adapt to it.

It's easier to believe in this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness, that brings me to my knees.

I put a new engine in my car, but forgot to take the old one out. Now my car goes 500 miles per hour. The harmonica sounds amazing.