In the end I didn't know who I was crying for, but it was something my body wanted to do, as though trying to digest grief.

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.

Anyone who is desperate or alone will agree there is comfort in routine.

Love is also a violence, and cannot be undone.

We cross from memory into imagination with only a vague awareness of change.

Sometimes I wake up and lie still enough to hear a petal drop from the vase of flowers. Sometimes I lie awake and wish there was someone to hear my falling.

He realized this early on, and realized too that what people think are their lives are merely its conditions. The truth is closer than thought and lies buried in what we already know.

I tried to convey to the boy how people’s lives are often altered by curved lines read slowly from paper, sand, or stone.

When he smiles, they mostly look away. But Martin likes to think they carry his smile for a few blocks – that even the smallest gesture is something grand.

We all have different lives, Martin believes – but in the end probably feel the same things, and regret the fear we thought might somehow sustain us.

I was afraid of the sea when I was a girl. Someone said it went on forever and that frightened me. I wondered why my parents had chosen to live at the beginning and the end of the world.

Success is something you experience when you act accordingly. Success is not something you have, it's something you do.

There are stranger things out there than flying pigs.

In truth, politeness is artificial good humor, it covers the natural want of it, and ends by rendering habitual a substitute nearly equivalent to the real virtue.

Who is rich? He that is content. Who is that? Nobody.

Under our plan you can build wealth, even if you don't have a dollar to spare.

In opposing Communism, we are defeating ourselves if we use methods that do not conform to the American sense of justice.

The Behaviorist cannot find consciousness in the test-tube of his science.

How terrible it is to be woman...but only because of men.

What will you do in the mundane days of faithfulness?

Good politics are often inextricably intertwined.