Tell me who I am. (29)

The world before us is a postcard, and I imagine the story we are writing on it.

Whatever you choose for your stationery is your favorite color because it's where you pour your heart out.

I created an icicle sculpture in the snow. White on white.

Some things aren't meant to be known. Only believed.

Sometimes there's not a better way. Sometimes there's only the hard way.

What I think is all I have left. My mind is the only thing that makes me different from a fancy toaster. What we think does matter-it's all we truly have.

I don't want five hundred billion neural chips. I want guts.

I thought grandmothers had to like you. It’s a law or something.

I just think perfection and lasting through the ages is for Greek statues, not us mere humans.

There is something about her eyes. Eyes don't breathe. I know that much. But hers look breathless.

Marriage is not a reform school . . .Instead of you reforming [your spouse], [he or she] will instead influence you.

Don’t be worried about the future. Live this moment so totally that the next moment comes out of it golden.

I can't imagine why everybody is always so keen for authors to talk about writing. I should have thought it was an author's business to write, not talk.

What more valuable than Gold? Diamonds. Than Diamonds? Virtue.

Any area of my life for which I have no hope is under the influence of a lie.

Your harvest is not in view until your prayers rise up to heaven.

Commuter - one who spends his life In riding to and from his wife; A man who shaves and takes a train And then rides back to shave again.

He that lives not well one yeare, sorrowes seven after. [He that lives not well one year sorrows seven years after.]

Living is more a question of what one spends than what one makes.