I don’t see the point of truth anymore, it causes just as much heartbreak as lying.

Hands have their own language.

For lonely people, rain is a chance to be touched.

I think people would be happier if they admitted things more often. In a sense we are all prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment - we are all defined by something we can’t change.

The beauty of artifacts is in how they reassure us we’re not the first to die.

I wonder if things can happen too early or too late or if everything happens at exactly the right time. If so, how sad and beautiful.

You were unsure which pain is worse -- the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will.

Every moment is the paradox of now or never.

For some people, life is the process of knocking through walls to get out. For others, it is the building of walls.

The most significant conversations of our lives occur in silence.

I read books because I love them, not because I think I should read them.

He was making music - Howells, Finzi, Holst - so you could see the sounds in the serried air.Serried. Then just as suddenly empty when his sound-proof right hand closed off the notes.

The chains of habit are too weak to be felt until they are too strong to be broken.

Happy is the person who knows what to remember of the past, what to enjoy in the present, and what to plan for in the future.

My real name is Nils and Booboo is a childhood nickname. It's not two words or two capital B's, it's B-o-o-b-o-o.

Fear of God failing us leads us to "cover for God." This means we ask, expect, and are satisfied with less.

Own your beauty whatever shape or form it comes in.

Someone gave me the Love Languages book, and that has been the best book I've ever read about relationships and has helped me the most.

The weeping of an heir is laughter in disguise.

We also confuse trust with familiarity.

There is no inevitable connection between Christianity and cynicism. Truth is not a salad, is it, that you must always dress it with vinegar?