Babies who have not yet been taught to speak any language are the only race of the earth, the race of man: all the rest is pretence, what we call civilization, hatred, fear, desire for strength.

In the time of your life, live—so that in that wondrous time you shall not add to the misery and sorrow of the world, but shall smile to the infinite delight and mystery of it."

Try as much as possible to be wholly alive, with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell and when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.

It is simply in the nature of Armenian to study, to learn, to question, to speculate, to discover, to invent, to revise, to restore, to preserve, to make, and to give.

Be grateful for yourself...be thankful.

In the end, today is forever, yesterday is still today, and tomorrow is already today.

Good people are good because they've come to wisdom through failure.

I do not know what makes a writer, but it probably isn't happiness.

The role of art is to make a world which can be inhabited.

The greatest happiness you can have is knowing that you do not necessarily require happiness.

The writer who is a real writer is a rebel who never stops.

To find love is the great human undertaking...and it's always complicated by our compulsions and unconscious patterns, to say nothing of issues of trust and control.

Happiness... consists in giving, and in serving others.

If you look carefully, almost all Old Money secrets can be traced to a single source: a longer-term outlook.

Experience is something I always think I have until I get more of it.

Sacred love is selfless, seeking not its own. The lover serves his beloved and seeks perfect communion of oneness with her.

A lot of media that that I want to consume, I don't want to have to own forever and ever. It's not like real estate.

We must endure to the end; . . . We must so live as to acquire the attributes of godliness and become the kind of people who can enjoy the glory and wonders of the celestial kingdom.

I pushed my ragged mouth against the mirror. A thousand crushed bleeding lips pushed back at me.

My dog doesn't like dogs, and I kind of get where she's coming from; I'm not too keen on people.

Words are music, really.