The storyteller makes no choice, soon you will not hear his voice, his job is to shed light, and not to master

There is a road, no simple highway, between the dawn and the dark of night, and if you go, no one may follow, that path is for your steps alone.

But never give your love, my friend, Unto a foolish heart

One man gathers what another man spills

Once in awhile you get shown the light, in the strangest of places if you look it right

Don't waste the breath to save your face, When you have done your best, And even more is asked of you, Let fate decide the rest.

In wickedness of pride is lost the light to understand how little grace is earned and how much given.

The sky was yellow and the sun was blue.

Ain't nobody messin' with you but you

If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung Would you hear my voice come through the music Would you hold it near as it were your own?

Sometimes we live no particular way but our own

Zen is not some kind of excitement, but concentration on our usual everyday routine.

We sat and drank in silence. It was something I appreciated about Jesse. He didn't feel the need to fill every moment with talk or some sort of silly exchange.

It's Fifty, not Fiddy.

I spent two weeks at the Sadhguru's [Jaggi Vasudev]. It was a wonderful experience. It was very different from what I normally do - earlier I used to do Ashtanga [yoga] all the time.

Kelly Link is inimitable. Her stories are like nothing else, dark yet sparkling with her unique brand of fairy dust. This is the most marvelous kind of trouble to get in.

There is no difference in principle, ... between the economic philosophy of Nazism, socialism, communism, and fascism and that of the American welfare state and regulated economy.

I always liked routine. I suppose I never found boredom very boring. I doubted I could explain it to someone like Margo but drawing circles through life struck me as a kind of reasonable insanity.

If the Spray discovered no continents on her voyage, it may be that there were no more continents to be discovered. She did not seek new worlds, or sail to pow-wow about the dangers of the sea.

A scientist is happy, not in resting on his attainments but in the steady acquisition of fresh knowledge.

How dreadful knowledge of the truth can be when there's no help in truth!