It’s not over if you’re still here,” Chronicler said. “It’s not a tragedy if you’re still alive.

When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.

Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts.

I have, of course, been called many other things. Most of them uncouth, although very few were unearned

The world is a mess and I just need to rule it.

Half of seeming clever is keeping your mouth shut at the right times.

It's like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story.

It was wise enough to know itself, and brave enough to be itself, and wild enough to change itself while somehow staying altogether true.

If I seem to wander, if I seem to stray, remember that true stories seldom take the straightest way

There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man.

Do not mistake me for my mask. You see light dappling on the water and forget the deep, cold dark beneath.

The paradigm for our relationships is formed from our earliest experiences and is actually hardwired into our neurological and emotional network.

Therefore, when we neglect to fear such a brittle monstrosity, we render it powerless.

...you realize that you don't understand yourself any better than you understand anyone else.

Now I seen Mauna Kena from Honokaa b'fore, o'course, but a mountain you're planning on climbin' ain't the same as the one you ain't. It ain't so pretty, nay.

When the Christ says I: it is the I of all the Masters: the Way, the Truth, the Life

If quantum communication and quantum computation are to flourish, a new information theory will have to be developed.

The solution to this problem [welfare-statism] must take a positive form: the restoration of a faith in what free men can accomplish.

Wyatt Walker can walk through Harlem. No one would know him.

Feel what the wave is doing, then accept its energy.

Normal! He thought. Normal! I don't want things to be normal. Normal is always being left out, never belonging.