Then his head tipped down on his chest and he fell into the instant sleep of the ancient and the very young.

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.

On their deathbed men will speak true, they say.

I have to believe it’s right to be a warm voice, a companion if I can be, as soon as ever I find a friend.

Some people count sheep. I self-loathe.

The best way for you to get that new experience is to change your response to what happens.

True love is actually very hard to understand... Everybody is looking for love, everybody is fighting for love... But because they can't bear to say it outloud, they express it through songs

When you hear somebody with balls, that's me.

We are luminous beings. Beneath our transient physical bodies we are made of intelligent light.

The glory of being a carrier pilot has certainly worn off.

Give dysgenic groups [people with 'bad genes'] in our population their choice of segregation or [compulsory] sterilization.

May our lives be born from the beauty of darkness, and shine with the possibility of light.