It was the usual struggle between one who loves by accepting burdens and one who loves by refusing to be one.

Other things my best friend said to me: That two years was but a short span.

She had to quickly pop back to the fifteenth century to find a word for how beautiful he was. The boy was makeless.

With boys there was a fundamental assumption that they had a right to be there—not always, but more often than not. With girls, Why her? came up so quickly.

The cards spoke to a suspicion that many whose work is play can never be free of: that you can only flaunt your triviality for so long before punishment is due.

A library at night is full of sounds: the unread books can't stand it any longer and announce their contents, some boasting, some shy, some devious.

Love builds the wings that set us free.

When a tongue fails to send forth appropriate shafts, there might be a word to act as healer of these.

There is the music of Heaven in all things.

If we don't rebuild that connection with people we will really find even bigger gaps, because our gap on inequality is not just economic.

I'm a fan of action movies.

I know that plans and reality may be two different things, but I think my demands on life are minimal.

Certitude belongs exclusively to those who only look in one encyclopedia.

Optimism is an essential ingredient of innovation. How else can the individual welcome change over security, adventure over staying in safe places?

I think that passion and love and pain are all bearable, and they go to make love beautiful.

The current institutionally provided retirement plans will not cover people's needs upon retirement.