History is an agreed-upon fiction.

Look in the mirror. The face that pins you with its double gaze reveals a chastening secret.

Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains...

I don't want to get to the end of my life and find that I lived just the length of it. I want to have lived the width of it as well.

It began in mystery, and it will end in mystery, but what a savage and beautiful country lies in between.

I swear I will not dishonor my soul with hatred, but offer myself humbly as a guardian of nature, as a healer of misery, as a messenger of wonder, as an architect of peace.

Wonder is the heaviest element on the periodic table. Even a tiny fleck of it stops time.

No matter how politely one says it, we owe our existence to the farts of blue-green algae.

Words are such small things, like confetti in the brain, and yet they are color and clarify everything, they can stain the mind or warp the feelings.

The heart is a museum, filled with the exhibits of a lifetime's loves.

We live on the leash of our senses. There is no way in which to understand the world without first detecting it through the radar-net of our senses.

When you read between the lines, you must have bloody good eyesight because I can't see a bloody thing!

I look at the world and I see absurdity all around me. People do strange things constantly, to the point that, for the most part, we manage not to see it.

Why was I holding on to something that would never be mine? But isn't that what people do?

You can't forgive your captor and simultaneously be upset at your place in society.

The steady state of disks is full.

Alas! How enthusiasm decreases, as our experience increases!

Most writers do similar things in their minds. It's how the mind works, basically.

I can't stand a ballplayer who plays in fear.

I'm a professional at [drinking], so that's why I've never had scandals before.

We can't all come and go by bubble!