Sarcasm... the protest of those who are weak.

I began to know that each morning reasserted the problems of night before, that sleep suspended all but changed nothing, that you couldn’t make yourself over between dawn and dusk.

There was no harm in taking aim, even if the target was a dream.

I felt that I was not, never had been and never would be a living part of this overpoweringly solid and deeply meaningful world around me.

It seemed clear that wars were not made by generations and their special stupidities, but that wars were made instead by something ignorant in the human heart

What I mean is, I love winter, and when you really love something, then it loves you back, in whatever way it has to love.

As I said, this was my sarcastic summer. It was only long after that I recognized sarcasm as the protest of people who are weak.

But something held me back. Perhaps I was stopped by that level of feeling, deeper than thought, which contains the truth.

Sarcasm is the protest of the weak.

Peace is indivisible, and the surrounding world confusion found no reflection inside me.

We are all born equally far from the sun.

If I were king, I would redress an abuse which cuts back, as it were, one half of human kind. I would have women participate in all human rights, especially those of the mind.

Girls can do anything, for sure. Even running in the mud in heels.

There is no one harder to live with than an artist. Therefore an artist is a real gift because he or she raises the sanctity of everyone else in the community.

I think kids have got to learn how to work with what's happening, work with social, work with everything. To complain about how things aren't the way they used to be.

You hit somebody with your fist and not with your fingers spread.

I actually pointed my wand and it blew up! The power! The power was just like Angry Birds, but big [as] life.

I do small things. I try to do good things every day. If everyone does some good, think of what a good world this will be.

Ahimsa in theory no one knows. It is as indefinable as God.

i want you, and i want you forever. one lifetime is simply not enough for me.

Perhaps we all give the best of our hearts uncritically--to those who hardly think about us in return.