I think that to fully appreciate baseball, it helps to have been born in the U.S.

Attention shifted to him like sunflowers turning to the sun.

hills that stand soft and a sky that stands high and blue, and the sun setting behind a windmill, and always, always, hazy strings of mountains that fall and fall away on the horizon.

One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.

And that's the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.

A man who has no conscience, no goodness, does not suffer.

Nothing good came free. Even love. You paid for all things. And if you were poor, suffering was your currency.

But time, it is like charm. You never have as much as you think.

The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts.

I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded; not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.

Quiet is peace. Tranquility. Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life. Silence is pushing the off button. Shutting it down. All of it.

Be able to back up a car for a considerable distance in a straight line and back out of a driveway.

I think there's a mystery about what a social movement is.

Friendship is an Algebra test that nobody passes.

Mediocrity in politics is not to be despised. Greatness is not needed.

He who possesses science and art, Possesses religion as well; He who possesses neither of these, Had better have religion.

Educated people do indeed speak the same languages; cultivated ones need not speak at all.

People like controversy because that's what sells.

The only hope of preserving what is best, lies in the practice of an immense charity, a wide tolerance, a sincere respect for opinions that are not ours.

I'm so honored to have been a part of something so meaningful that helped to keep so many families and loved ones connected.

Prose on certain occasions can bear a great deal of poetry; on the other hand, poetry sinks and swoons under a moderate weight of prose.