Human beings want to know too much abut each other, and that's why there are so many lies.

I don't ask for the meaning of the song of a bird or the rising of the sun on a misty morning. There they are, and they are beautiful.

He tried to imagine the sound of the color red.

Don't tell me about the world. Not today. It's springtime and they're knocking baseball around fields where the grass is damp and green in the morning and the kids are trying to hit the curve ball.

For those without money, the road to the treasure house of the imagination begins at the public library.

In the end, the only thing the true New Yorker knows about New York is that it is unknowable.

Writing is the hardest work in the world not involving heavy lifting.

More than anything, it's a game of innocence. Politicians may come and go, but they always get booed at the ballpark.

It's odd being an American now. Most of us are peaceful, but here we are again, in our fifth major war of this century.

The library is a place where most of the things I came to value as an adult had their beginnings.

This is truly marvelous work full of mystery, nostalgia, joy, The Color of Whimsy.

Your destiny is forged in the fires of your determination

Art is a wound turned into light.

Sometimes you tell someone to never call you again; and then the phone rings and you hope it's them - it's the most twisted logic of all time.

If I'm vice president of the United States and Donald Trump is president, we're going to put the safety and security of the American people first.

Winning is very important to me. I wouldn't be happy with anything less. And I work towards my goal.

I wanted to play the Apollo Theater because I didn't think I was going to be on the earth long.

Running has never failed to give me great end results, and that's why I keep coming back for more!

Be at peace in the oneness of things, and all errors will disappear by themselves.

So long as people expect paintings to be simply coloured photographs they get no individuality and, in the case of portraits, no characterisation.

The gray silence, the gray waves, the gray wastes of the sea.