For the time being Words scatter Are they fallen leaves?

Sometimes when she told stories about the past her eyes would get teary from all the memories she had, but they weren't tears. She wasn't crying. They were just the memories, leaking out.

I have a pretty good memory, but memories are time beings, too, like cherry blossoms or ginkgo leaves; for a while they are beautiful, and then they fade and die.

Life is fleeting. Don't waste a single moment of your precious life. Wake up now! And now! And now!

The past is weird. I mean, does it really exist ? It feels like it exists, but where is it ? And if it did exists, but doesn’t now, then where did it go ?

There are many answers, none of them right, but some of them most definitely wrong.

But in the time it takes to say now, now is already over. It's already then.

You never know who it's going to be, or what they'll bring, but whatever it is, it's always exactly what is needed.

The wondrous thing about nature, her gift to us, is her wanton promiscuity. She reproduces herself with abandon, with teeming infinite generosity.

Everything in the universe is constantly changing, and nothing stays the same, and we must understand how quickly time flows by if we are to wake up and truly live our lives.

When I start writing novels, I go into them with a spirit of inquiry, rather than to substantiate prejudices I had in the beginning. If you don't do that, you can't write good characters.

What? You mean this crap shack isn't part of the Four Seasons. Shocking.

I'm always inspired by people who have really cool Twitter profiles.

I never knew modelling was what I wanted to do. I was just meandering through life having fun, having a laugh with my friends.

The more isolated a person is, the more destructive will be the power of sin over him, and the more deeply he becomes involved in it, the more disastrous is his isolation.

I think that's foolishness on the part of the playwright to write about himself. People don't know anything about themselves.

He who laughs at himself never runs out of things to laugh at.

This whole urban rap thing needs to be pulled back some. The ghetto is being glorified, and there's nothing good about the ghetto except getting out of one.

We've got to unite our country again, because we're stronger when we are united and we are weaker when we are divided.

Telling about our lives is important for those who come after as, for those who will see our experience as part of their own historical struggle.

All of us as consumers have gotten spoiled, ... We expect customized goods and services at commodity prices. The only way we can do that is to cut the fat out of our price structure.