Not everything buried is actually dead. For many, the past is alive.

In winter the very ground seemed to reach up and grab the elderly, yanking them to earth as though hungry for them.

…and all the other tools that mistook information for knowledge

He had his treasure, but finally all he wanted was his family. And peace.

Joy doesn't ever leave, you know. It's always with you. And one day you'll find it again.

…struck. Once. And into that blow he put his childhood, his grief, his loss. He put his mother’s sorrow and his sister’s longing. The menorah, weighed down with that, crushed the Hermit’s skull.

That was the danger. Not that betrayals happened, not that cruel things happened, but that they could outweigh all the good. That we could forget the good and only remember the bad.

…in the library…surrounded by things far more dangerous than what roamed the school corridors. For here thoughts were housed.

She’d forgotten to love, but she also forgot to hate. (about Clara’s mother, who had dementia)

A murder was never about brawn, it began and ended in the brain and the brain could justify anything.

Conscience. Imagine being pursued by your own conscience….A mountain of conscience. Throwing a lengthening shadow. Growing. Darkening.

Discovery is meant to fill in the need of the society

The voice of Jacob will do a little good if the hands be the hands of Essau.

... When Princes devote themselves rather to pleasure than to arms, they lose their dominions.

It's better to die free than live life in a cage.

I hated being depressed, but it was also in depression that I learned my own acreage, the full extent of my soul.

Everyone needs acknowledgement. When we're kids, we need it from our parents. If you don't get love from your family, you're destroyed inside.

The beauty about boxing fights is that they offer lots of opportunity to really learn something about yourself and your opponent.

After his death the gardener does not become a butterfly, intoxicated by the perfumes of the flowers, but a garden worm tasting all the dark, nitrogenous, and spicy delights of the soil.

Negroes and Southern Europeans are mentally inferior to native born Americans.

Everything depends upon execution; having just a vision is no solution.