I thought of her as she, and she as her.

People forget history nowadays, he lamented, that is what the ego does, making one the prisoner of one's inflated present, ignoring the humble past one has lived.

Why one enjoys maternal grandparents more than the paternal ones, i have never understood, but it was like that for me.

He is too presumptuous about the inanities of appearances, poor realities gone for a toss.

One needs longing to live and enemies make one long for them.

His failure became my destiny

History tells creativity is a result of Soul song.

The words explain us all, each having a meaning in a meantime: every time for a lifetime.

An orchestra of temple bells and chanting erupted suddenly like a pleasing drizzle.

Mr. Rip Wan winkle, be a star that twinkle.

Indeed you have what it takes to care like a mare, but can misters br one?

Borders are scratched across the hearts of men, by strangers with a calm, judicial pen, and when the borders bleed we watch with dread the lines of ink along the map turn red.

I wish you couldn't figure me out, but you'd always want to know what I was about

We're telling a story. And the demands of that are different from the demands of a documentary. The audience must believe in order to keep faith in the story.

When are you ever settled enough to have kids?

Men are free when they belong to a living, organic, believing community, active in fulfilling some unfulfilled, perhaps unrealized purpose.

I am doing my job and trying to win a game for my team. I shouldn't be getting racially abused; it's silly.

I can't imagine a pain more all-encompassing than losing a child.

As long as we insist on relating to it strictly on our own terms-as strange to us or subject to us-the wilderness is alien, threatening, fearful.

Excellence without effort is as futile as progress without preparation.

There is nothing more corrupting, nothing more destructive of the noblest and finest feelings of our nature, than the exercise of unlimited power.