Through travel I first became aware of the outside world; it was through travel that I found my own introspective way into becoming a part of it.

A good snapshot stops a moment from running away.

The excursion is the same when you go looking for your sorrow as when you go looking for your joy.

My continuing passion is to part a curtain, that invisible veil of indifference that falls between us and that blinds us to each other's presence, each other's wonder, each other's human plight.

Southerners love a good tale. They are born reciters, great memory retainers, diary keepers, letter exchangers . . . great talkers.

Insight doesn't happen often on the click of the moment, like a lucky snapshot, but comes in its own time and more slowly and from nowhere but within.

No art ever came out of not risking your neck.

it doesn t matter if it takes a long time getting there; the point is to have a destination.

The events in our lives happen in a sequence in time, but in their significance to ourselves they find their own order the continuous thread of revelation.

We are the breakers of our own hearts

People are mostly layers of violence and tenderness wrapped like bulbs, and it is difficult to say what makes them onions or hyacinths.

You can be brave and still be feminine. You can lead and still love flowers.

Deep in their roots all flowers keep the light.

Everyone wants to learn how to win, but no one wants to learn how to accept defeat.

How can I ever repay you for what you've given me? A daily opportunity to change the world for the better simply by spending time with the person I love the most.

I've met a handful of presidents, from Jimmy Carter to Bill Clinton to George Bush to Barack Obama.

I love hipsters! Yes, I think they're hilarious. The really cute ones try to look ugly just to prove "I can't be ugly." Normcore was kind of funny too.

Already old, the question Who shall die? Becomes unspoken Who is innocent?

We cannot avoid growing old; but we can avoid growing cold.

Although we have the potential to experience the freedom of a butterfly, we mysteriously prefer the small and fearful cocoon of ego.

Liberty may be of no more use Than stirring up the flame of civil wars; Then, by disorder fatal to the world, One wants no king, the other wants no equal.