Mere air, these words, but delicious to hear.

You may forget but let me tell you this: someone in some future time will think of us

Beauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow.

What cannot be said will be wept.

Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us

Whatever one loves most is beautiful.

Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.

Although only breath, words which I command are immortal.

Stand and face me, my love,and scatter the grace in your eyes.

All the while, believe me, I prayed our night would last twice as long.

Love shook my heart/ Like the wind on the mountain/ Troubling the oak-trees

I'd spent so long trying to fit in, trying to be someone i wasn't, that i had no idea who i was any more.

God isn't here. God doesn't even know about this place

I was depressed a lot as a kid, and I was really sad and wouldn't be able to get out of bed.

One can hardly be Indian and not know that almost every accent, which hand you eat your food with, has some deeper symbolic truth, reality.

I receive about 10,000 letters a year from readers, and in the first year after a book is published, perhaps 5,000 letters will deal specifically with that piece of work.

Only the traveling is good which reveals to me the value of home and enables me to enjoy it better.

Morocco: Looks better in films.

The number eighteen is symbolically meaningful because it is the numerical equivalent of the Hebrew word chai, which means life.

At least they [people] showed the world we could elect a black president.

I think of 'crazy' as what happens when we love the other person more than we love ourselves.