If you love somebody, tell them.

Strangers are just friends waiting to happen

Cats have it all - admiration, an endless sleep, and company only when they want it.

We come into the world alone. We go away the same. We're meant to spend the interlude between in closeness or so we tell ourselves. But it's a long way from the morning to the evening.

Even when you feel you've reached the end or edge of life, hold on. Life itself will ultimately take care of you.

It's nice sometimes to open up the heart a little and let some hurt come in. It proves you're still alive.

Extending your hand is extending yourself.

The gifts that one receives for giving are so immeasurable that it is almost an injustice to accept them.

I cannot speculate on what our cluttered mind will save- sleepy Sundays, or a nosebleed after love. I know only the dying heart needs the nourishment of memory to live beyond too many winters.

Do not ask the definition of a friend. He/She is that one without whose company death and dying set in earlier and living is made more pleasurable.

The journey back is always longer than the forward run.

Death undoes us less, sometimes, than the hope that it will never come.

What is government itself but the greatest of all reflections on human nature?

I was in the air around him. I was in the cold mornings he had now. I was in the quiet time he spent alone. I was the girl he had chosen to kiss. He wanted, somehow to set me free. -Susie Salmon

Did science promise happiness? I do not believe it. It promised truth, and the question is to know if we will ever make happiness with truth.

Thanks to the long days of rain, the blades of grass glowed with a deep-green luster, and they gave off the smell of wildness unique to things that sink their roots into the earth.

Theater people work by instinct. I've never known a really calculated artistic decision.

I'm very proud to be Canadian, but I would move to New York in a heartbeat.

The best way to help the poor is the provide them property rights.

I arrange my subject as I want it, then I go ahead and paint it, like a child.

In the usual course of study I had come to a book of a certain Cicero.