If she spoke, she would tell him the truth: she was not okay at all, but horribly empty, now that she knew what it was like to be filled.

If you didn't remember something happening, was it because it never had happened? Or because you wished it hadn't?

She shrugged. "You can be happy for someone else's good fortune, but that doesn't mean you forget your own bad luck.

She wanted him to tell her that when you love someone so hard and so fierce, it was all right to do things that you knew were wrong.

A trial, it often came down to who had the best story.

The words we read and words we write never say exactly what we mean. The people we love are never just as we desire them. The two symbola never perfectly match. Eros is in between.

Faith is a process in action. It cannot exist without work.

My story begins with a question.

Whether in chains or in laurels, liberty knows nothing but victories.

The wonder of nature does not become smaller because one cannot measure it by the standards of human moral and human aims.

I think the Israeli people understand now what I always say: that there cannot be a situation, under any agreement, in which we relinquish security control of the territory west of the River Jordan.

To make use of your mind to think conceptually is to leave substance and attach yourself to form

I wake up every single night wondering what I could have done differently. This is a pain that will stay with me the rest of my life.

In order to figure out how to make atoms compute, you have to learn how to speak their language and to understand how they process information under normal circumstances.

Who do you think's better looking people in the north or people in the south?