Sharing silence between us. Sometimes is all you can share.

Half of seeming clever is keeping your mouth shut at the right times.

There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man.

Books are a poor substitute for female companionship, but they are easier to find.

I've always liked the moonless night best. It's easier to say things in the dark. It's easier to be yourself.

I am no poet. I do not love words for the sake of words. I love words for what they can accomplish. Similarly, I am no arithmetician. Numbers that speak only of numbers are of little interest to me.

Dawn was coming. The Waystone Inn lay in silence, and it was a silence of three parts.

Death was like an unpleasant neighbor. You didn’t talk about him for fear he might hear you and decide to pay a visit.

Hespe's mouth went firm. She didn't scowl exactly, but it looked like she was getting all the pieces of a scowl together in one place, just in case she needed them in a hurry.

My bad luck got tangled up with my bad decisions, and I'm paying for it.

Pride is always a better lever against the nobility than reason.

I was eleven, the idea of two identical digits in my age still new and spectacular and heartbreaking. The girls must have felt this. They must have known. Where had ten, nine, eight, and seven gone?

God has his plans and his reasons. Sometimes we are supposed to go through things so that we learn lessons.

I'm glad the Cube is reaching new generations, who face it with fresh wonder, curiosity and enthusiasm.

If we close our eyes to the dark sides of the workers' State which we have helped to create, we shall never reach socialism.

If you're going to start something-if it's worth starting-then it's worth finishing. That's what I live by.

One should, when overwhelmed by the shadow of a giant, move aside and see if the colossal shadow isn't merely that of a pygmy blocking out the sun.

Critical reflection on practice is a requirement of the relationship between theory and practice. Otherwise theory becomes simply "blah, blah, blah, " and practice, pure activism.

The hypothesis of God offers no worthwhile explanation for anything, for it simply postulates what we are trying to explain.

My first crush was Hayley Mills when I was a little kid in England. I used to kiss her picture goodnight.

The miracle of our predicament is not how long everything has been in place but how brief it all has been.