There's a strange sort of quiet when you're dying. It's as if you're in a glass room, and the walls keep getting thicker and thicker.

You know everything you need to know about a person from the answer to the question, What is your favorite book?

I can promise you books and conversation and all my heart.

It was strange, really. A couple months ago, I had thought I couldn’t live without him. Apparently I could.

Diving is a leap of faith plus gravity.

We are not quite novels. We are not quite short stories. In the end, we are collected works

We aren't the things we collect, acquire, read. We are, for as long as we are here, only love. The things we loved. The people we loved. And these, I think these really do live on.

Let's stay young forever. Young, stupid, and pretty. Sounds like a plan, don't you think?

Death is a state of mind---many people on Earth spend their entire lives dead.

They should tell you when you’re born: have a suitcase heart, be ready to travel.

In the end, the end of a life only matters to friends, family, and other folks you used to know. For everyone else, it's just another end.

Losing your job gives you the opportunity to make your life count

The dark, cold grasp you took on me, has tangled me completely

None are so busy as the fool and knave.

The words on my heart are love, faith and hope.

Terrorism is like jujitsu: The small players win if they make the large player use his strength against himself.

My wish for you... is that your skeptic-eclectic brain be flooded with the light of truth.

I have made more documentaries in my time than I think I care to remember, though I am immensely proud of all my work.

I've been in rage all my life at this thing we call 'society'

Would that I were a dry well, and that the people tossed stones into me, for that would be easier than to be a spring of flowing water that the thirsty pass by, and from which they avoid drinking.

In the deep shadow of the porch A slender bind-weed springs, And climbs, like airy acrobat, The trellises, and swings And dances in the golden sun In fairy loops and rings.