I think that if we don't learn to inhabit other people's perspectives, then we're never going to understand why people do what they do.

Sometimes when she told stories about the past her eyes would get teary from all the memories she had, but they weren't tears. She wasn't crying. They were just the memories, leaking out.

I have a pretty good memory, but memories are time beings, too, like cherry blossoms or ginkgo leaves; for a while they are beautiful, and then they fade and die.

Life is fleeting. Don't waste a single moment of your precious life. Wake up now! And now! And now!

The past is weird. I mean, does it really exist ? It feels like it exists, but where is it ? And if it did exists, but doesn’t now, then where did it go ?

There are many answers, none of them right, but some of them most definitely wrong.

But in the time it takes to say now, now is already over. It's already then.

You never know who it's going to be, or what they'll bring, but whatever it is, it's always exactly what is needed.

The wondrous thing about nature, her gift to us, is her wanton promiscuity. She reproduces herself with abandon, with teeming infinite generosity.

Everything in the universe is constantly changing, and nothing stays the same, and we must understand how quickly time flows by if we are to wake up and truly live our lives.

When I start writing novels, I go into them with a spirit of inquiry, rather than to substantiate prejudices I had in the beginning. If you don't do that, you can't write good characters.

Discipline is to present us before grace, it does not produce grace to make sense.

The justifications of men who kill should always be heard with skepticism, said the monster.

Rampaging horsemen can conquer

Piracy begins where creativity ends.

I believe gangsta rap, as such, in its foundation is simply anti-systemic and transgressive.

As long as there are people suffering, how can I not be happy?

The careful rearer of the ductile human plant can instil his own religion, and surround the soul by such a moral atmosphere, as shall become to its latest day the air it breathes.

Our history is responsible for the differences in the South African way of life.

Whatever the future holds I'm not really sure.

We're the best team in baseball, but not by much.