It's the possibility that when you're dead you might still go on hurting that bothers me.

You want to know about anybody? See what books they read, and how they've been read.

But hands are sacred things. Touch is personal, fingers of love, feelers of blind eyes, tongues of those who cannot talk.

I am in limbo, and in limbo there are no races, no prizes, no changes, no chances. There are merely degrees of endurance, and endurance never was my strong point.

There is a time, when passing through a light, that you walk in your own shadow.

I have faced Death. I have been caught in the wild weed tangles of Her hair, seen the gleam of her jade eyes. I will go when it is time - no choice! - but now I want life.

I am not dead yet! I can still call forth a piece of soul and set it down in color, fixed forever.

The smarter you are, the more you know, the less reason you have to trust or love or confide.

I am exceedingly angry for no good reason.

Wars of small kingdoms and forgotten lands, what do chessmen dream of in the dark?

The company you keep at death is, of all things, most dependent on chance.

The only difference between fiction and religion is that people don't kill themselves over fiction.

Maybe that is the purest and most radical kind of religion – simple attention. Present-moment awareness. Instead of a belief system, awareness sees through all beliefs.

A person doesn't know true hurt and suffering until they've felt the pain of falling in love with someone whose affections lie elsewhere.

I don't want to be put on a pedestal. I don't want to be anything other than what we are. I want to just be a woman.

Talent is only the starting point.

I play a bad boy on television, but in real life I have a passion for nature and nature conservancy, specifically bird rehabilitation.

Physical courage in whatever scene ... seems to hinge on whether the individual can feel he is fighting for others as well as himself.

The rich are always enamored of the ancient.

Every day life must always be lived against the backdrop of eternity.

Clarinets, like lawyers, have cases, mouthpieces, and they need a constant supply of hot air in order to function.