I wish there were some photographic process by which one's mind could be struck off and transferred to that of the friend we wish to know it, without the medium of this confounded letter-writing!

Did you ever see a giraffe? It is like something from between the regions of truth and fiction.

There is no wisdom equal to that which comes after the event.

Love ... is a sacred fire that must not be burnt to idols.

People always make mistakes when they fancy themselves exceptions.

society ... is tolerant of crimes, and long suffering with dullness, but it shows no mercy to those who are different from other people.

men change less than is imagined; their after life is only a kaleidescope combination of the elements of their character at the period of adolescence.

Our wishes never seem so little desirable as when on the verge of accomplishment; we draw back instinctively, they look so different from what we expected.

Death is the last fact of which we can be certain.

One's conscience reproaches one much more stingingly for one's follies than one's crimes.

Whilst you live a very little religion seems enough; but believe me, it requires a great deal when you come to die.

Sometimes people get taken away from you whether you want it or not. And sometimes that hurts so much, it might be easier to forget.

And in the background of Early's story was her voice. Her soul. Her sadness and longing. Because when it's raining, it's always Billie Holiday. p. 81

The secret of forgiving everything is to understand nothing.

I have the longing that all writers have for new ears to pour my words into.

Music is one of the highest art forms there is. It can define a life, change a life, or even safe a life, in just three short minutes.

I listen to a lot of different kinds of music.

At the start of each new day, remind yourself: I am talented. I am creative. I am greatly favored by God. I am equipped. I am well able. I will see my dreams come to pass.

Perhaps the only difference between me and other people is that Ive always demanded more from the sunset.

Penny said two words, the second of which was "you." Caine laughed. "I think you meant '---- you, Your Highness.

I have long given up the idea of a little house on the Ganges, as I have not the money.