The universe is transformation.

What happens when you let an unsatisfactory present go on long enough? It becomes your entire history.

Things which do not grow and change are dead things.

When women age into their power, no wind can upset them, no hand turn aside their knowledge, no fact can deflect their point of view.

We do know that no one gets wise enough to really understand the heart of another, though it is the task of our life to try.

Our songs travel the earth. We sing to one another. Not a single note is ever lost and no song is original. They all come from the same place and go back to a time when only the stones howled.

You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart.

When we are young, the words are scattered all around us. As they are assembled by experience, so also are we, sentence by sentence, until the story takes shape.

some people meet the way the sky meets the earth, inevitably, and there is no stopping or holding back their love. It exists in a finished world, beyond the reach of common sense.

Of course, English is a very powerful language, a colonizer's language and a gift to a writer. English has destroyed and sucked up the languages of other cultures - its cruelty is its vitality.

Love won't be tampered with, love won't go away. Push it to one side and it creeps to the other.

It is nice to touch, it is nice to be touched, but it is so much nicer to touch someone's heart.

It is ultimately your choices that decide your destiny.

GRIEF TAUGHT ME TO LIVE NUMB. Death takes more than just the one life. It thieves tiny particles from the ones left behind until you feel only half alive.

A meeting of the hearts of two Gemini has been known to end with explosive results, Mr Holloway.

The whole damn century would've made more sense backwards. Where we ended is worse than where we began.

Nine times out of ten it's a minor shift in your focus and your attitude that makes the difference.

Don't we all die someday and someday comes all too soon? What will you do with your own wild, glorious chance at this thing we call life.

But quality of work can be expected only through personal satisfaction, dedication and enjoyment. In our profession, precision and perfection are not a dispensable luxury, but a simple necessity.

I wasn't cocky, just confident; I went to an all black school, a white kid.

At the end of the day, we're just trying to prevent each other from going mad.