Time isn't made of anything. It is an abstraction. Just a meaning that we impose upon motion.

Words bounce. Words, if you let them, will do what they want to do and what they have to do.

One of the principle qualities of pain is that it demands an explanation.

To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.

The words we read and words we write never say exactly what we mean. The people we love are never just as we desire them. The two symbola never perfectly match. Eros is in between.

You remember too much," my mother said to me recently. "Why hold onto all that?" And I said, "where can I put it down?

Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.

Myths are stories about people who become too big for their lives temporarily, so that they crash into other lives or brush against gods. In crisis their souls are visible.

Under the seams runs the pain.

When I desire you a part of me is gone.

If your way of life is writing, then everything that happens becomes a sentence.

If you ever find happiness by hunting for it you will find it as the old woman did her lost spectacles safe on her nose all the time.

Joseph went from prison toprime minister from trials to triumph, from scar-weary to stardom.

When I announced the development of Perl 6, I said it was going to be a community design. I designed Perl, myself. It's limited by my own brain power. So I wanted Perl 6 to be a community design.

Hopelessness sets in, when a man is bound up in his shame -- living small, within that closed horizon of fantasy and self-absorption.

Precisely in proportion to our own intellectual weakness will be our credulity as to those mysterious powers assumed by others.

The girls you meet are never very far from their worst-case scenario.

My father is the Hollywood equivalent of a clean, fillet-brazed frame. My brother is like one of those fat-tubed aluminum Cannondales. I'm more like one of those Taiwanese Masis.

Everybody knows if it's on the Internet, some brilliant hacker can get at it.

Christ is our temple, in whom by faith all believers meet.

Don't try to go too fast. Learn your job. Don't ever talk until you know what you're talking about... If you want to get along, go along.