Nights without beginning that had no end. Talking about a past as if it'd really happened. Telling themselves that this time next year, this time next year, things were going to be different.

there isn't enough of anything as long as we live. But at intervals a sweetness appears and, given a chance prevails.

Life and death matters, yes. And the question of how to behave in this world, how to go in the face of everything. Time is short and the water is rising.

That's all we have, finally, the words, and they had better be the right ones.

Write about what you know, and what do you know better than your own secrets?

And what did you want? To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on the earth.

I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone's heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making, not one of us moving, not even when the room went dark.

It ought to make us feel ashamed when we talk like we know what we're talking about when we talk about love.

The places where water comes together with other water. Those places stand out in my mind like holy places.

Dreams, you know, are what you wake up from.

But I can hardly sit still. I keep fidgeting, crossing one leg and then the other. I feel like I could throw off sparks, or break a window--maybe rearrange all the furniture.

There's no magic to running far or climbing Everest. Endurance is mental strength. It's all about heart.

My goal has always been to just kind of show how my family, we might be a different culture, but we're completely like everybody else.

The future will be a better tomorrow.

I love men in bed when they are sleeping. But then they have to go and wake up

Delight in splendor is No more than happiness with little: for both Have their appeal.

It is a fact that around the world the elites of every country are making money.

It merely shews, after all, that affection is a habit.

Fill the cup of happiness for others, and there will be enough overflowing to fill yours to the brim.

Sure, he was lonely. Sure, they had a lot in common. Sure, he was attracted to her, and it was clear she felt the same about him.

My Pleasure is my business