The music of memory has its own pitch,/which not everyone hears.

It's linkage I'm talking about, and harmonies and structures, And all the various things that lock our wrists to the past.

It’s up there, and you can see the front of it. But what it is isn’t what you’re looking at. It’s behind what you’re looking at.

How sweet the past is, no matter how wrong, or how sad. How sweet is yesterday's noise

It may not be written in any book, but it is written - You can't go back, you can't repeat the unrepeatable.

Some people have everything Other people don't But everything don't mean a thing If it ain't the thing you want

If you want great tranquility/ It's hard work and a long walk

Poetry is the dark side of the moon.

Our dreams are luminous, a cast fire upon the world. Morning arrives and that's it. Sunlight darkens the earth.

The ache for anything is a thick dust in the heart.

Everyone knows this. The voyage into the interior is all that matters, Whatever your ride.

XXIV. And kneeling at the edge of the transparent sea I shall shape for myself a new heart from salt and mud

Keep your head up, your faith strong, and your eyes open for the little miracles all around you…because they are there, just waiting to be discovered.

Belief in God means Believe yourself, and you know who God is!

You never turn away family, no matter how f***ed up they are.

Anger is a momentary madness, so control your passion or it will control you.

Boredom is an evil that is not to be estimated lightly. It can come in the end to real despair. The public authority takes precautions against it everywhere, as against other universal calamities.

I grew up as a Southern Baptist with strict adherence to the Bible, which I read as a youngster.

I shop for clothes when I have time - early in the morning or late at night.

Wise teachers create an environment that encourages students to teach themselves

What did she say?" Eve asked when they got into the car. "Here's love, she said, to hold until next we meet and I give you more.