She won't give him back his look.

there isn't enough of anything as long as we live. But at intervals a sweetness appears and, given a chance prevails.

Life and death matters, yes. And the question of how to behave in this world, how to go in the face of everything. Time is short and the water is rising.

That's all we have, finally, the words, and they had better be the right ones.

Write about what you know, and what do you know better than your own secrets?

And what did you want? To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on the earth.

I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone's heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making, not one of us moving, not even when the room went dark.

It ought to make us feel ashamed when we talk like we know what we're talking about when we talk about love.

The places where water comes together with other water. Those places stand out in my mind like holy places.

Dreams, you know, are what you wake up from.

But I can hardly sit still. I keep fidgeting, crossing one leg and then the other. I feel like I could throw off sparks, or break a window--maybe rearrange all the furniture.

The essence of all things determines souls that are fit to send messages for their kinds.

"Centurion" is probably one of my favorites [of RZA Day ].

I still think it would be a great mistake to go into a war without support of our friends and allies.

Every day, try to help someone who can't reciprocate your kindness.

Remember your dreams and fight for them.

New research shows that emotions have a separate system of nerve pathways, through the limbic system to the cortex, allowing emotional signals to avoid conscious control.

I pay my own bills. I feel my own pain.

Comparative religion is an admirable recipe for making people comparatively religious.

War is worthless except for ending slavery, Nazism, fascism, and communism. Other than that, war is pointless.

It’s amazing how much panic one honest man can spread among a multitude of hypocrites.