New York was no mere city. It was instead an infinitely romantic notion.

The wind shows us how close to the edge we are.

The willingness to accept responsibility for one's own life is the source from which self-respect springs.

To cure jealousy is to see it for what it is, a dissatisfaction with self.

We are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not.

I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear.

Memory fades, memory adjusts, memory conforms to what we think we remember.

We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget.

The fear is for what is still to be lost.

Do not whine... Do not complain. Work harder. Spend more time alone.

Short stories demand a certain awareness of one's own intentions, a certain narrowing of the focus.

If you are my food, how am I supposed to feel pity towards you? That would mean starvation for me. “A hungry leopard told a fallen, panting, imploring gazelle

I will be patient till even patience tires of my patience.

I became the Dalai Lama not on a volunteer basis.

Good people are happy when something good happens to someone else.

Truth is, I wouldn't know a gigabyte from a snakebite.

Art is an action against death. It is a denial of death.

We are on the precipice of climate system tipping points beyond which there is no redemption.

Home is where the heart is, until we get a chance to bury it. Home is where the heart pulled the nails out of its feet, and fled.

Not worrying is a skill. It's a skill not breaking down every single moment.

Art enlarges experience by admitting us to the inner life of others.