Memory is a cruel mistress with whom we all must learn to dance.

You make a life out of what you have, not what you're missing.

A girl expecting rescue never learns to save herself. Even with the means, she will find her courage wanting.

It's a terrible thing, isn't it, the way we throw people away?

Reluctance to begin is quick to befriend procrastination. . . .

In each man's heart there lies a hole. A dark abyss of need, the filling of which takes precedence over all else.

His words had tossed the book that was her life into the air and the pages had been blown into disarray, could never be put back together to tell the same story.

It was such a pleasure to sink one's hands into the warm earth, to feel at one's fingertips the possibilities of the new season.

There's a market for mysteries for adults. That feeling of opening a book and delving inside and not coming out until you've closed the book.

But history is a faithless teller whose cruel recourse to hindsight makes fools of its actors.

She felt like a fictional character who'd escaped the book in which her creator had carefully and kindly trapped her, taken a pair of scissors to her outline and leaped, free.

The greatest virtue consists in flourishing to the greatest of our capacities.

When we relate with people, we indirectly relate with God

Figured that most of life's dilemmas could be solved by asking yourself this one question: " Is it worth it--to me?

Your life is your song, sing it loud!

When a man who is drinking neat gin starts talking about his mother he is past all argument.

Getting on a plane is hard for me, but I do it, because travel is vital to me.

Love manifests its reality in deeds, not only in words - these alone are without effect.

We sail within a vast sphere, ever drifting in uncertainty, driven from end to end.

Before they invented drawing boards, what did they go back to?

What Americans call cross-ventilation, the English call draughts.