Life is what you celebrate. All of it. Even its end.

She always had that about her, that look of otherness, of eyes that see things much too far, and of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world.

Happiness. Simple as a glass of chocolate or tortuous as the heart. Bitter. Sweet. Alive.

It isn't just a village. The houses aren't just places to live. Everything belongs to everybody. Everyone belongs to everyone else. Even a single person can make a difference.

I let it go. It's like swimming against the current. It exhausts you. After a while, whoever you are, you just have to let go, and the river brings you home.

A man may plant a tree for a number of reasons. Perhaps he likes trees. Perhaps he wants shelter. Or perhaps he knows that someday he may need the firewood.

I've never been very good at leaving things behind. I tried, but I have always left fragments of myself there too, like seeds awaiting their chance to grow.

I have an advanced degree in procrastination and another one in paranoia.

Some people spend the whole of their lives sitting waiting for one train, only to find that they never even made it to the station.

If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.

Places have their own characters. . . . But the people begin to look the same.

We cannot be sure of having something to live for unless we are willing to die for it.

When you only focus on your goals you never see any obstacles.

Yes, cannibals. People are just cannibals unless they leave each other alone.

I did so many bad things to your god

The theater is so endlessly fascinating because it's so accidental. It's so much like life.

In an hour, you'll be in hell or glory.

You will never be admired without being criticized first.

If we esteem them too highly, good works can become the greatest idolatry.

Go on and increase in valor, O boy! this is the path to immortality.

Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space.