She might be pointing to a doorway, or a person, or the sky. But such things were so common to my eyes, so undistinguished, that they would register as "nothing" I walked in a gray world of nothing.

She was bendable light: she shone around every corner of my day.

When a stargirl cries, she sheds not tears but light.

Home is everything you can walk to.

This was the start of a period that blurs as I try to recall it. Incidents seem to cascade and merge. Events become feelings, fellings become events. Head and heart are contrary historians.

What she saw, she felt. Her eyes went straight to her heart.

I understood. I suffered. But whose sake was I suffering for? I kept thinking of Señor Saguaro's question: Whose affection do you value more, hers or the others'?

And the trouble with bad times is, you can't sleep through them.

So distracting, so complete is she that she is gone before many realize that she had no escort, she was along, a parade of one.

So distracting, so complete is she that she is gone before many realize that she had no escort, she was alone, a parade of one.

I'm looking over a four-leaf clover that I overlooked before.

What would I have done without books?

Death is the dropping of the flower, that the fruit may, swell.

To wish a life without stairs, without hills and mountains is to wish a dim life without the joy of rising with our own efforts!

Strategy is a commodity, execution is an art.

Given the loss of a child or the birth of a child or anything like that, I think it's just I'm more moved by life, the older I get, so it's easier to connect to the characters that I play.

I said to the almond tree, 'Sister, speak to me of God.' And the almond tree blossomed.

Believe that you are bigger than your difficulties, for you are, indeed.

Those who are socially inclined will find a new power to help humanity through the lessons of books written by noble and gifted people.

As honest as you could expect a man to be in a world where it's out of style.

Drawing is the root of everything.