Such coincidences were the rhymes that God wrote into fate, his chords of music.

The glue between the horn that pushes and the sinew that pulls. The glue gets ignored, but you know, Ahai, up to half of a bow is glue. I suspect Ogodoi is the son I can least afford to lose.

The animals haven't split apart into what they think and what they feel. They are whole and trust in their instincts.

In the rare air of that altitude he forgot he was he. One way or another that was the aim of life. Shamans flew outside the self in ecstasy. Other people found love, or causes.

Tchingis, if you determine this is to be so, who can withstand you? You are poetry after an ugly day, and heal wounds I didn't know I had.

He only knows a single thing to clasp, that like God can't be split up into pieces: our honesty to one another.

I am a neighbour king to stretch my branches over him, just as Toghrul sheltered me when I was a weed-stalk next to a strong tree.

All types and levels of art are beautiful, because art is beautiful, creativity is gorgeous and the artist itself is a masterpiece already.

I couldn't make a headphone look like a piece of medical equipment or a toy, as most headphones do.

You also notice that the right side of your face feels like it's sliding off of your skull. And your bottom lip is in your lap!

We teach girls to shrink themselves, to make themselves smaller. We say to girls 'You can have ambition, but not too much'.

You are as good as the people you dress.

The anger I have about high school - which I do have because they discouraged every interest I ever had; actually I call it anti-education - that anger led to my career.

Non-violence is the greatest force at the disposal of mankind. It is mightier than the mightiest weapon of destruction devised by the ingenuity of man.

Politicians who wear little tennis socks with the balls at the back should not be taken seriously.

If you look up at the Milky Way through the eyes of Carl Sagan, you get a feeling in your chest of something greater than yourself. And it is. But it's not supernatural.

This is not love. It is a crime... You can't look the other way just because you have not experienced domestic violence with your own flesh.