The more people I am with, Dorrigo thought, the more alone I feel.

A good book ... leaves you wanting to reread the book. A great book compels you to reread your own soul.

What was a prisoner of war anyway? Less than a man, just material to be used to make the railway, like the teak sleepers and steel rails and dog spikes.

As they made their way to the coast, he bemoaned the hotel trade in the manner, Dorrigo felt, that those who love what they do bemoan their passion the most.

In trying to escape the fatality of memory, he discovered with an immense sadness that pursuing the past inevitably only leads to greater loss.

Virtue was vanity dressed up and waiting for applause.

Struggles test the strength of our faith.

If a composer suffers from loss of sleep and his sleeplessness induces him to turn out masterpieces, what a profitable loss it is!

I like cats. They don't care if you love Jesus.

It isn't a matter of forgetting. What one has to learn is how to remember and yet be free of the past.

APHORISM, n. Predigested wisdom. The flabby wine-skin of his brain Yields to some pathologic strain, And voids from its unstored abysm The driblet of an aphorism. "The Mad Philosopher," 1697

If American industry continues to sow contempt for the consumer, it will reap contempt from the consumer.

In its current form, globalization cannot be sustained. Democratic societies will not support it. Authoritarian leaders will fear to impose it.

Sometimes I can feel my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living.

The wish of peeking at women showering is also a kind of romance.

If you aren't willing to have it, you will.