I like to think of home as a verb, something we keep recreating.

The present is all we have, yet it is the one thing we will never learn to hold in our hands.

I wondered: what happens when a hundred thousand people memorize the same poem? Does anything change?

What happens when a hundred thousand people memorize the same poem? Does anything change?

How does a copy become more than a copy? Is art the creation of something new and original, or simply the continuous enlargement, or the distillation, of an observation that came before

The only life that matters is in your mind. The only truth is the one that lives invisibly, that waits even after you close the book. Silence, too, is a kind of music. Silence will last.

The young man murmured in his sleep and said, “Dear Sparrow, ” and Sparrow felt, for the first time, how the purest joy could be a heaviness.

I know that throughout my life I have struggled to forgive my father. Now, as I get older, I wish most of all that he had been able to find a way to forgive himself.

If some people say what is in their hearts and other people say what glides easily off the tongue, how can we talk to one another?

I've got nothing to offer you kids but these noodles. They're good noodles but they won't change the world.

...I do not want art for a few

All creatures have a sense of territory - except children.

But I'm so slow on it because I find it terribly hard writing blind on computers. The computer speaks to me, but it's just so slow, I'm so terribly slow using it.

There's a certain amount of sympathy here for the Bush administration's problem, which is they would like to get rid of Saddam Hussein and they would like to have the Kurds autonomous.

I love having my hair and makeup done for red carpets, but to have that done every day would be exhausting.

I don’t know if I’m a tortured soul, but I was born heartbroken. I remember feeling it when I was so young. 
 I was like, ‘Mum, it hurts.’

Because I would rather be with my grandfather on Alp than anywhere on earth.

Manual labor to my father was not only good and decent for it's own sake but, as he was given to saying, it straightened out one's thoughts.

When a baseball player makes an error, it goes into the record and is published. How many of us could stand this sort of daily scrutiny?

Something I learned early in college (is) to not worry about what I can't controlBut what I can control is my attitude, my effort, my focus every single day and that's what I'm trying to worry about.