It's just so out of control. Life, I mean. The way it flies off in all these different directions without your permission.

That's how you know you really trust someone, I think; when you don't have to talk all the time to make sure they still like you or prove that you have interesting stuff to say.

When the reader and one narrator know something the other narrator does not, the opportunities for suspense and plot development and the shifting of reader sympathies get really interesting.

The kind of life I want is to be a person who would get a personal note every day.

Try a little tenderness.

I remember being in high school and listening to Vivaldi's 'Winter' and being so overwhelmed with emotion.

It makes me think of Lazarus. He must have had those shadows after his miracle. You don't spend time in the tomb without it changing you, and everyone who was waiting for you to come out.

I had them all fooled into believing I was normal and well-adjusted, a rock of sensibility who could always be counted on to have a positive attitude.

Life was mostly made up of things you couldn’t control, full of surprises, and they weren’t always good. Life wasn’t what you made it. You were what life made you.

Because love, love is never finished. It circles and circles, the memories out of order and not always complete.

When the remembering was done, the forgetting could begin.

Be naive and curious. That's all you need to become a scientist.

I don't worry cause, everything's gonna be alright.

You can't please everybody all the time, but you can please a majority.

Stay young and wild as long as you can

If we give purely, it opens up a doorway in our heart and it gives us the vision to see that those we give to are God.

The willingness to empty ourselves and then seek our true nature is an expression of great and courageous love.

There is nothing worse than words of kindness that lie.

There is no finish line when it comes to system reliability and availability, and our efforts to improve performance never cease.

There is no need to dream in nature because you are already inside the dream!

I think that Danish people may be thought off as the happiest people, but honestly...I love America.