I [Jacob Hunt, Aspie] see it as the next step of evolution: I cannot take away your sadness, so why should I acknowledge it?

We all know that a sky with clouds in it is much more interesting than one that doesn’t have any.

The best place to cry is on a mother's arms.

On the other hand, I think cats have Asperger's. Like me, they're very smart. And like me, sometimes they simply need to be left alone.

We're [parents]) always bluffing, pretending we know best, when most of the time we're just praying we won't screw up too badly.

My dad used to say that living with regrets was like driving a car that only moved in reverse.

I don't know what he means by that, but I nod and smile at him. You'd be surprised at how far that response can get you in a conversation where you are completely confused.

Motherhood is a Sisyphean task. You finish sewing one seam shut, and another rips open. I have come to believe that this life I'm wearing will never really fit.

It's the child who's supposed to cry, and the mom who makes it all better, not the other way around, which is why mothers will move heaven and earth to hold it together in front of their own kids.

It's never the differences between people that surprise us. It's the things that, against all odds, we have in common.

Then Henry speaks again. "Did he do it?"I turn to him slowly. "Does it matter?

I know you're there. I can detect your presence each time it closes in on mine.

We realize--often quite suddenly--that our sense of self, which has been formed and constructed out of our ideas, beliefs and images, is not really who we are. It doesn't define us, it has no center.

To make wail and lament for one's ill fortune, when one will win a tear from the audience, is well worthwhile.

Because Chinese art is booming, it legitimizes this profession.

He comes as a guest to the feast of existence, and knows that what matters is not how much he inherits but how he behaves at the feast, and what people remember and love him for.

Fluidity is the way to an empty mind. You must free your ambitious mind and learn the art of dying.

A wise traveler never despises his own country. [It., Un viaggiatore prudente non disprezza mai il suo paese.]

None of us can have as many virtues as the fountain-pen, or half its cussedness; but we can try.

How sociable the garden was. We ate and talked in given light. The children put their toys to grass All the warm wakeful August night.

The thing that goes the farthest towards making life worth while, That costs the least, and does the most, is just a pleasant smile.