The reality is not exactly what the song started out to be, but it's not a bad song.

And in that moment, everything I knew to be true about myself up until then was gone. I was acting like another woman, yet I was more myself than ever before.

The human heart has a way of making itself large again even after it's been broken into a million pieces.

Life is never easy for those who dream.

Analysis destroys wholes. Some things, magic things, are meant to stay whole. If you look at their pieces, they go away.

In a universe of ambiguity, this kind of certainty comes only once, and never again, no matter how many lifetimes you live.

There are songs that come free from the blue-eyed grass, from the dust of a thousand country roads. This is one of them.

I sometimes have the feeling you've been here a long time, more than one lifetime, and that you've dwelt in private places none of the rest of us has even dreamed about.

We have both lost ourselves and created something else, something that exists only as an interlacing of the two of us.

The old dreams were good dreams; they didn't work out but I'm glad I had them.

And I remember most of what I know that is good and true and lasting has come not from scholars but from minstrels and gypsies.

A Prayer was like a tickle.Sooner or later God would have to look down to see what was tickling his bum.

Criminals should be punished, not fed pastries.

School fools a lot of people. Professionally, one thing is not the most that one person can be.

What qualifies me to tell people how to act or what to think? I'm Charley Pride, country singer. Period.

I guess, is we are not saying, "Look, William Shakespeare's written a critique of modern Africa." What we're saying is that we've shifted the metaphor to make it more immediate.

Where is your Self to be found? Always in the deepest enchantment that you have experienced.

Of the crow-blue mussel shells, one keeps adjusting the ash heaps; opening and shutting itself like an injured fan.

Good deal: justice for you, mercy for me.

I played ten injury-free years between the ages of 12 and 22. Then, suddenly, it seemed like I was allergic to the twentieth century.

When we have arrived at the question, the answer is already near.