It’s a matter of dignity, ” the Chief explained. “At a certain point, that’s all you have left.

Sooner or later we all lose our loved ones. We all have to suffer, every last one of us.

It just took some people a little longer than others to realize how few words they needed to get by, how much of life they could negotiate in silence.

Apparently even the most awful tragedies, and the people they'd ruined, got a little stale after a while.

These days he was like a zombie, all grim business, just another jerk with an erection.

I’m only human, she told herself. There’s not enough room in my heart for everyone.

That’s why we get involved with other people, right? Not just for their bodies, but for everything else, too – their dreams and their scars and their stories.

I’ve matured. I have a much higher tolerance for boredom.

He knew for a fact that it was possible to fall and just keep falling.

A great photograph is one that fully expresses what one feels, in the deepest sense, about what is being photographed.

We see nobody clearly. We see only the ghosts of absent others, and mistake for reality the fictions we construct from blueprints drawn up in early childhood. This is the problem.

Atheism isn’t a growth model any more than “I don’t like rollerblading” is a workout strategy.

How far can you go in life if you don't love yourself?

Apparently rational justifications will never explain all sorts of the different feelings and raw emotions art invoke in people.

Most of the time, we keep looking outside and feeling sad about what others have. Those are mere excuses.

'Color' is quite different from 'colors.' In an image with many colors, we find that all the colors compete with each other rather than interacting with each other. The results" colors.

Every time we witness an act that we feel to be unjust and do not act, we become a party to injustice.

There are goods so opposed that we cannot seize both, but, by too much prudence, may pass between them at too great a distance to reach either.