That was the danger. Not that betrayals happened, not that cruel things happened, but that they could outweigh all the good. That we could forget the good and only remember the bad.

In winter the very ground seemed to reach up and grab the elderly, yanking them to earth as though hungry for them.

…and all the other tools that mistook information for knowledge

He had his treasure, but finally all he wanted was his family. And peace.

Joy doesn't ever leave, you know. It's always with you. And one day you'll find it again.

…struck. Once. And into that blow he put his childhood, his grief, his loss. He put his mother’s sorrow and his sister’s longing. The menorah, weighed down with that, crushed the Hermit’s skull.

…in the library…surrounded by things far more dangerous than what roamed the school corridors. For here thoughts were housed.

Not everything buried is actually dead. For many, the past is alive.

She’d forgotten to love, but she also forgot to hate. (about Clara’s mother, who had dementia)

A murder was never about brawn, it began and ended in the brain and the brain could justify anything.

Conscience. Imagine being pursued by your own conscience….A mountain of conscience. Throwing a lengthening shadow. Growing. Darkening.

I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers

The young man pities his elders, fearing the day he, too, will join their ranks. The elderly man pities the younger generation, well-knowing the trials and tribulations that lie ahead of them.

You embody the strength of 10, 000 moons and your life will be a testament of it. Ase

Here comes a pair of very strange beast, which in all tongues are called "fools".

No other animal on earth has portrayed such a disregard for life than mankind.

Never give up; for even rivers someday wash dams away.

Madmen always think it's the others who are mad.

Once you've got a task to do, it's better to do it than live with the fear of it.

sharing is the secret of civilization.

Who has smelled the woodsmoke at twilight, who has seen the campfire burning, who is quick to read the noises of the night?