It was a silence that heard itself, awful and beautiful.

The world spins. We stumble on. It is enough.

I write about what I know; and I write about things that are new to me, and that I didn't know before.

The thing about love is that we come alive in bodies not our own.

Long ago, long ago. The simple things come back to us. They rest for a moment by our ribcages then suddenly reach in and twist our hearts a notch backward.

There are moments we return to, now and always. Family is like water - it has a memory of what it once filled, always trying to get back to the original stream.

There's a part of me that thinks perhaps we go on existing in a place even after we've left it.

We have to admire the world for not ending on us.

Give life long enough and it will solve all your problems, including the one of being alive.

Even if people laughed at the notion of goodness, if they found it sentimental, or nostalgic, it didn't matter -- it was none of those things, he said, and it had to be fought for.

Literature can remind us that not all life is already written down: there are still so many stories to be told.

They judged me like they would judge themselves and that's what they could never understand, we are all human but we are not the same.

A journey indeed, in an emotional roller-coaster.

I have been driven many times to my knees by the overwhelming conviction that I had nowhere else to go. My own wisdom and that of all about me seemed insufficient for the day.

Let woman out of the home, let man into it, should be the aim of education. The home needs man, and the world outside needs woman.

The greatest challenge to any thinker is stating the problem in a way that will allow a solution.

The California crunch really is the result of not enough power-generating plants and then not enough power to power the power of generating plants.

Every actress has to face the facts there are younger, more beautiful girls right behind you. Once you've gone beyond the vanity of the business, you'll take on the tough roles.

My ancestors were Brahmins. They spent their lives in search of god. I am spending my life in search of man.

The undisciplined are slaves to moods, appetites and passions

Hide what you have to hide And tell what you have to tell You'll see your problems multiplied If you continually decide To faithfully pursue The policy of truth