Perspective [is] a luxury when your head [is] constantly buzzing with a swarm of demons.

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.

To seek the praise of men as our motivation is to abandon truly great things, for more often than not truly great things elicit the ire of men far more than they garner their praises.

For me, every week is a fashion week.

Man without religion is the creature of circumstances: Religion is above all circumstances, and will lift him up above them.

Carlos Tevez's English should be better than what it is

Never play the Devil's Advocate. Your words could be the difference between success and failure in someone else.

The only decent people I ever saw at the racecourse were horses.

I believe that for the small numbers of Jewish people in the United States, they exercise a tremendous amount of influence on the affairs of government.

Music: breathing of statues. Perhaps: silence of paintings. You language where all language ends. You time standing vertically on the motion of mortal hearts.

What is the heart? It is not human and it is not imaginary. I call it you.

It's hard to say 'No' and develop your moral fiber. That's why your school is so important.