Attention shifted to him like sunflowers turning to the sun.

hills that stand soft and a sky that stands high and blue, and the sun setting behind a windmill, and always, always, hazy strings of mountains that fall and fall away on the horizon.

One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.

And that's the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.

A man who has no conscience, no goodness, does not suffer.

Nothing good came free. Even love. You paid for all things. And if you were poor, suffering was your currency.

But time, it is like charm. You never have as much as you think.

The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts.

I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded; not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.

Quiet is peace. Tranquility. Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life. Silence is pushing the off button. Shutting it down. All of it.

It's a funny thing... but people mostly have it backward. They think they live by what they want. But really, what guides them is what they're afraid of. What they don't want.

It's not that we fear the place of darkness, but that we don't think we are worth the effort to find the place of light.

The church potential is measured by their society impact.

Tears flow and smiles fade to the same rhythm of life, to disappear together in the bottomless abyss.

Could I have a Sloe Gin Fizz, without the gin?""What's the point of that, Miss?" the waiter said."Tomorrow morning, " Mabel said.

My one regret was that I never photographed the bat before we drank it.

If you don't have confidence, you'll always find a way not to win.

I walked about 55 kilometers and was awake for 25 hours. Now I have to think about setting a sleeping record.

Everyone's a geek in some way or other. Everyone's an outsider.

The universe now appeared to me as a void wherein floated rare flakes of snow, each flake a universe.

Don't ever admit you know a thing about cooking or it'll be used against you.