I suppose all we can really share with people is a taste for the same kinds of weather.

Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.

She quietly expected great things to happen to her, and no doubt that’s one of the reasons why they did.

Look closer and you'll see something extraordinary, mystifying, something real and true. We have never been what we seemed.

She refused to be bored chiefly because she wasn't boring.

I don't want to live. I want to love first, and live incidentally.

I love you, even if there isn’t any me, or any love, or even any life. I love you.

isn't it funny how danger makes people passionate?

By the time a person has achieved years adequate for choosing a direction, the die is cast and the moment has long since passed which determined the future.

Experience teaches you how to do things you never want to do again.

I wish I could write a beautiful book to break those hearts that are soon to cease to exist: a book of faith and small neat worlds and of people who live by the philosophies of popular songs.

I'm a witch and witches burn.

Americans in 1763 lived always in the shadow and presence of death. Death was not yet romanticized as it would be in the 19th century, nor yet sanitized as it would be in the 20th century.

He was vain and tended to surround himself with intellectual and moral pygmies.

The spirit of Christmas is found when we lift the load of others.

When you get to a certain age, there is no coming back.

God's first creature, which was light.

Artists in each of the arts seek after and care for nothing but love.

And after my mother's death I became more open to and empathetic about other people's struggles and losses.

To hear something asks very little of us. To listen places our entire being on notice.

Instead of insight, maybe all a man gets is strength to wander for a while.