It is always worth itemizing happiness, there is so much of the other thing in a life, you had better put down the markers of happiness while you can.

Because it strikes me there is something greater than judgement. I think it is called mercy.

After all the world is indeed beautiful and if we were any other creature than man we might be continuously happy in it.

The human animal began as a mere wriggling thing in the ancient seas, struggling out onto land with many regrets. That is what brings us so full of longing to the sea.

It is always worth itemising happiness, there is so much of the other thing in a life, you had better put down the markers for happiness while you can.

And whatever my life had been up to that day, it was another life after that. And that is the gospel truth.

For I did not want him to see, or to question me, for here contains already secrets, and my secrets are my fortune and my sanity.

I suppose therefore God is the connoisseur of filthied hearts and souls, and can see the old, the first pattern in them, and cherish them for that.

Roseanne, Roseanne, if I called to you now, my own self calling to my own self, would you hear me? And if you could hear me, would you heed me?

A child is never the author of his own history.

The trust of those in dark need is forgiving work.

I watch a lot of NBA basketball, especially with the playoffs.

What's important is self-appreciation

Once you have had a glimpse of awareness or Presence, you know it firsthand. It is no longer just a concept in your mind.

Trouble's made us kin.

We're already going down that path with illegal drug use and incarceration. I can't imagine it getting any worse.

I had dreamed my life for nearly fifty years (I am about to be fifty-nine). But, you see, there are two tones in Les Mats: the echo of this condemnation and a mitigation of that severity.

I really began to love to read while in high school, and my favorite authors were my heroes: J.D. Salinger, Kurt Vonnegut.

All things are in the act of change; thou thyself in ceaseless transformation and partial decay, and the whole universe with thee.

Elvis couldn't leave the hotel except under heavy guard. It was incredible how they went wild over him.

Realism is a very sophisticated form of literature, a very grown-up one. And that may be its weakness. But fantasy seems to be eternal and omnipresent and always attractive to kids.