My heart’s so light it floats and carries me so my feet don’t walk. I sing all day and I don’t mind the washing, and that’s how I know I’m in love. Completely smitten with My Lord the cat.

Mama used to say, you have to know someone a thousand days before you can glimpse her soul.

I do like the world quite a lot.

You're better than seven years of food. You're better than windows. You're even better than the sky.

There's nothing more aggravating in the world than the midnight sniffling of the person you've decided to hate.

Sometimes my fancy gets to floating inside me, threatening to carry me away like a leaf on a wind. Better to be a stone.

I wonder if everyone who faces death hurts like this. It's as though for the first time I realize how much just being alive makes my body ache. But I don't want that ache to stop.

Careful with the accusations of insanity, oh my lady whose home is a tower with windows of brick, all for the sake of some skinny-ankled, laugh-prone boy of a khan.

They weren't nice words he said. He could've lived a good life and died never having made a person feel rubbed down to bones and too sad to hold together.

Maybe I got a few words wrong, but that's so near how the conversation went, I'm going to call it truth.

A cat can make you feel well rested when you're tired or turn a rage into a calm just by sitting on your lap. His very nearness is a healing song.

Life must not be lived only to make money.

We must yield to the power of words. Even God has chosen words to communicate with his creatures like us

Silence upon silence, with a heaping pile of extra silence.

The man smiled. "Harry is unique, for he was born with a special gift of sight, with eyes able to see things that are unseen. He has talents to move matter by the sound of his voice.

The goal, I submit, is obvious: subjugating the world (which is barbarian, dangerous, envious and ungrateful) to US power for the sake of America's interests.

Ever since the Greeks, we have been drunk with language! We have made a cage with words and shoved our God inside!

Parental love is unconditional, and so is God's love. No matter what a child of God has done against Him, or feels he or she has done that cannot be forgiven, God still loves that wondering soul.

Art is the ideal medium for making contact with the transcendental, or at least for getting close to it.

Treat each player as your own son/daughter if you can...the parents have invested in you.

Not to know what happened before you were born is always to remain a child. For what is a man’s life if it is not linked with the life of future generations by memories of the past?