In his heart, some tiny piece of what hadn't happened would lodge.

Hands have their own language.

For lonely people, rain is a chance to be touched.

I think people would be happier if they admitted things more often. In a sense we are all prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment - we are all defined by something we can’t change.

The beauty of artifacts is in how they reassure us we’re not the first to die.

I wonder if things can happen too early or too late or if everything happens at exactly the right time. If so, how sad and beautiful.

You were unsure which pain is worse -- the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will.

Every moment is the paradox of now or never.

For some people, life is the process of knocking through walls to get out. For others, it is the building of walls.

The most significant conversations of our lives occur in silence.

I read books because I love them, not because I think I should read them.

The main trouble with being an honest man was that it lost you all your illusions.

I'm a songwriter, that's what I love.

It's annoying when people do that so-called comedians impression of me when it's stupid nonsense.

safety and love are both illusions!

The world dies over and over again, but the skeleton always gets up and walks.

You make sacrifices to become a mother, but you really find yourself and your soul.

You can keep the dining room clean by eating in the kitchen.

I guess there seems to be clubs opening up again, which is strange.

I started to write [The Name of the Rose] in March of 1978, moved by a seminal idea. I wanted to poison a monk.