The end of the world can be cozy at times.

We are all migrants through time.

She had the bizarre feeling of time bending all around her, as though she was from the past reading about the future, or from the future reading about the past.

And so their memories took on potential, which is of course how our greatest nostalgias are born.

In times of violence, there is always that first acquaintance or intimate of ours, who, when they are touched, makes what had seemed like a bad dream suddenly, evisceratingly real.

Love is the mortar that holds the human structure together.

If you haven’t lost your mind yet, that’s because you haven’t seen very much.

Prosperity tries the fortunate adversity the great.

Art never responds to the wish to make it democratic; it is not for everybody; it is only for those who are willing to undergo the effort needed to understand it.

I remember Art Blakey saying to me, "Just remember, we're blessed to do what we do."

Now, and in the future, my focus is entirely on pets and children. Im not a person who can turn a blind eye to injustice against them.

God puts rainbows in the clouds so that each of us - in the dreariest and most dreaded moments - can see a possibility of hope.

The more fear we feel about a specific enterprise, the more certain we can be that that enterprise is important to us and to the growth of our soul.

Alone.'Twas her destiny to be ever surrounded by others, yet ever alone.

History is the recital of facts represented as true. Fable, on the other hand, is the recital of facts represented as fiction.