Nothing wrong with cowardice as long as it comes with prudence. But when a coward stops remembering who he is... God help him.

Attention shifted to him like sunflowers turning to the sun.

hills that stand soft and a sky that stands high and blue, and the sun setting behind a windmill, and always, always, hazy strings of mountains that fall and fall away on the horizon.

One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.

And that's the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.

A man who has no conscience, no goodness, does not suffer.

Nothing good came free. Even love. You paid for all things. And if you were poor, suffering was your currency.

But time, it is like charm. You never have as much as you think.

The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts.

I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded; not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.

Quiet is peace. Tranquility. Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life. Silence is pushing the off button. Shutting it down. All of it.

That a woman claims not to be feminist does not diminish the necessity of feminism. If anything, it makes us see the extent of the problem, the successful reach of patriarchy.

Your ego is everything man about yourself

An act of goodness is of itself an act of happiness.

Making money from money is like aerobatics.

I am not a performer but occasionally I deliberately work in a public context. Some sculptures need the movement of people around them to work.

It is a mistake to suppose that the whole issue is how to free man. The issue is to improve the way in which he is controlled.

I had dreamed of visiting Bali for many years and because I had an extended family of Balinese friends in Los Angeles, I felt connected. The island is so peaceful and the smiles are constant.

Sweet and glorious it is to die for our country.

Order is the law of all intelligible existence.

You're a Good Little Slave