Felix had left his heart buried in the ground years ago, but he felt it crack apart.

She knew that the dead hid pieces of themselves in the world. They buried organs in the living. They stuffed memories into trees and clouds and other innocuous things.

Pram wasn't told the story of her birth. But even as a very small girl, she felt deep in her chest that she was alive and dead at the same time.

Stone gnomes and angels filled the gardens, and it seemed that they were also sleeping, as though a witch had cast a spell on them.

The fact that you don’t realize how wonderful you are only makes you more wonderful.

Home is where I work, and I work everywhere.

Education which is not modern share the fate of all organic things which are kept too long.

I think writers tend to be experience junkies, and I think they also tend to want to be on the outside looking in.

A precious liquid, a poison dearer than that of the Borgias - because it is made from our blood, our health, our sleep, and two-thirds of our love - we must be stingy with it.

Humor is one of the most serious tools we have for dealing with impossible situations.

One way leads to acquisition, the other leads to nirvana. Realising this a monk should take no pleasure in the respect of others, but should devote himself to solitude.

While all artists are not chess players, all chess players are artists.

When something tragic happens in the world and I realize that, for the most part, I am powerless to stop it.

Yin and Yang control man's actions, and both extremes are a natural reaction.