It wasn't the same. I'm pretty good at making the best of things, but it wasn't the same.

It's hard to give up the being together with someone.

But there's a whole world waiting, still, and there are good things in it.

It is so good to have friends who understand how there is a time for crying and a time for laughing, and that sometimes the two are very close together.

It's a funny thing about names, how they become a part of someone.

...you can pretend that bad things will never happen. But life's a lot easier if you realize and admit that sometimes they do.

We're so accustomed to laughing. It's harder for us when the time comes that we can't laugh.

Oh, sometimes it's just easier to please people, " Maria said finally.

I don't know what she is now. A stranger, mostly. It's as if she has become a part of a different world, one that doesn't include me anymore....

I laugh, because he knew what I was thinking, and very few people ever know what I'm thinking.

You know, sometimes it's nice to just have someone to blame, even if it has to be yourself, even if it doesn't make sense.

God gave us ground we created a city, God gave us time we need to create a future.

Where there is love, there is no imposition.

Once you turn something into something, its universal usage is over.

The better the state is established, the fainter is humanity. To make the individual uncomfortable, that is my task.

In other words, knowledge of the external world begins with an immediate utilisation of things, whereas knowledge of self is stopped by this purely practical and utilitarian contact.

My grandfather was a Russian-Jewish immigrant who lived in Northern Ireland and apparently when he sang in the synagogue he made everyone cry.

I support gun control. But speaking honestly about the combustible mix of race and guns may be more important to stopping the slaughter in minority communities than any new gun-control laws.

No work, as long as it is decent, can ever disgrace anybody.

He who is chaste in flesh should not be proud, for he should know that he owes the gift of continence to another.

OPPORTUNITY is not "knocking." It is pounding on your door.