Crowds moved wherever he went, across the bridge to Manhattan, in New York, wherever he went, life flowed and eddied, but he was not part of it.

This was his mind, a storehouse, a computer programmed to life, minute by minute, hour by hour, day and night.

Of course imagination is the beginning of creation. Without imagination there can be no creation.

There was no need to hurry that future—yet the length of his own youth pressed upon him. Whatever he was to do next he wanted to begin now. But how to begin and on what?

Wandering is never waste, dear boy, ' he said. 'While you wander you will find much to wonder about, and wonder is the first step to creation.

To take each day as a separate page, to be read carefully, savoring all of the details, this is best for me, I think.

Whatever came to him was good. It was life. It was knowledge.

I wish I could help you" I whisper.You are, " he murmurs against my knee. "just dont leave me, okay? Everyone leaves me.

The hardest fact in the world to accept is the inevitable mixture of evil with good in all things.

I am more of a rock guy than I am a blues guy. People get the idea that I am a dyed in the wool blues cat, but I rock out when I do my show you know that.

The archiving industry, much like the funeral industry and the wedding industry, these industries can be very exploitative.

I know what I want to look like. I don't want to look trashy. I want mothers to be able to look at me and not have to close their kids' eyes!

Being a teenager is as difficult as living with one. And we've all been there. Perhaps that's the reason we're so hard on them.

Beauty is the flower of virtue.

Before you speak, ask yourself, is it kind, is it necessary, is it true, does it improve the silence?

It was a rivalry-revenge game for us. They beat us very badly on our field last year.