How beautiful is forgetting! What relief it would be for the world to lose some of its contents.

If the thrill of hunting were in the hunt, or even in the marksmanship, a camera would do just as well.

You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.

Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living.

The sky slowly pulled up its blue dress to reveal night.

The more you love someone, he came to think, the harder it is to tell them. It surprised him that strangers didn't stop each other on the street to say I love you.

His voice was handsome and broken, like a cobblestone street.

To feel alone is to be alone.

Words are capable of making experience more vivid, and also of organizing it. They can scare us, and they can comfort us.

When we eat factory-farmed meat we live, literally, on tortured flesh. Increasingly, that tortured flesh is becoming our own.

It has shown me that everything is illuminated in the light of the past. It is always along the side of us...on the inside, looking out.

While we are examining into everything we sometimes find truth where we least expected it.

Sometimes in films it's nice to have violins on either side, rather than on one side, so you've got more of a stereo picture with the violins. Sometimes it's good to have the basses in the middle.

In Hawaii, some of the biggest radio stations are reggae. The local bands are heavily influenced by Bob Marley.

Spirit is passionate; without passion no one can be truly spiritual.

We are here for experience, and experience is a preparation to know the Truth when we meet it.

Not to say "trophies" aren't wonderful, but they should not be your driving force.

I grew up reading 'The Jungle Books' and loving them.

An acquaintance with the muses, in the education of youth, contributes not a little to soften manners. It gives a delicate turn to the imagination and a polish to the mind.

What I propose, then, is a strategy for interrogating the Darwinists to, as it were, squeeze the truth out of them.

Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so; Pardon is still the nurse of second woe.