Fear does not prevent death. It prevents life.

Home is not where you were born; home is where all your attempts to escape cease.

You can tell whether a man is clever by his answers. You can tell whether a man is wise by his questions.

I found myself in a sea in which the waves of joy and sorrow were clashing against each other.

I love Sufism as I love beautiful poetry, but it is not the answer. Sufism is like a mirage in the desert. It says to you, come and sit, relax and enjoy yourself for a while.

You know what I'm afraid of? That God is sick of us.

Visit me once each year, for it's wrong to abandon people forever.

Nothing records the effects of a sad life so graphically as the human body.

The calendar has a magic that makes us imagine a memory can be resurrected and revived, but nothing returns.

The real malady is fear of life, not of death

If you want to move people, you look for a point of sensitivity, and in Egypt nothing moves people as much as religion.

I pretended like all the oranges rolling everywhere were her happy memories and they were looking for a new person to stick to so they didn't get wasted.

Well, God knows you're barely standing but you've got to carry this heavy load.

I never knew anybody . . . who found life simple. I think a life or a time looks simple when you leave out the details.

Whoever thinks that he alone has speech, or possesses speech or mind above others, when unfolded such men are seen to be empty.

Theology offers you a working arrangement, which leaves the scientist free to continue his experiments and the Christian to continue his prayers.

Happiness, remarked Maury Noble one day, is only the first hour after the alleviation of some especially intense misery.

I don't want any special powers. I'm powerless. I wouldn't want to see into the future, I wouldn't want to know what anyone was thinking, ever! And I don't want to relive my past.

Mayor: How horrible our Christmas will be! Jack Skellington: *No.* [the Mayor switches to his upset face] Jack Skellington: How *jolly*! Mayor: Oh. How *jolly* our Christmas will be.

I often wish I'd got on better with your father,' he said.

I love hanging and drawing and quartering Every bit as well as war and slaughtering.