Libraries are the ultimate restaurants for brain food. I sleep better knowing there are libraries. I would take a bullet for a librarian.

Hands have their own language.

For lonely people, rain is a chance to be touched.

I think people would be happier if they admitted things more often. In a sense we are all prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment - we are all defined by something we can’t change.

The beauty of artifacts is in how they reassure us we’re not the first to die.

I wonder if things can happen too early or too late or if everything happens at exactly the right time. If so, how sad and beautiful.

You were unsure which pain is worse -- the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will.

Every moment is the paradox of now or never.

For some people, life is the process of knocking through walls to get out. For others, it is the building of walls.

The most significant conversations of our lives occur in silence.

I read books because I love them, not because I think I should read them.

Women can do it all but that doesn’t mean they should have to.

The cruelty itself is motivated by something deeper: the wish to know the secret of things and of life.

Wherever your love is, so is your heaven made manifest before your very eyes.

I don’t know why we insist on pain when pain is so often easy to eliminate. It’s funny the ways we try to punish ourselves when we feel we’ve committed some crime.

The goal of evolution is self - conquest

On today's athletes: I wish I could turn back the clock a little bit so I'd have a chance to cut it up with those guys.

And to have spent the night sleeping and awoken regretful, is better than to have spent the night standing (in prayer) and awaken impressed with oneself!

I mean rappin' to me is easy, it's something you can do over a week.

I love to make people laugh and love to make people smile. The first time I performed and heard the applause, that was the sound that I wanted to hear for the rest of my life.

How can I describe how much I love you? Is it even possible to describe a love like that? I don’t know, but as I sit here with pen in hand, I know that I have to try.