We grow too old to lose old friends.

Step out from behind the words. When you're a writer you can imagine that the words speak for you and are you, but they're not. You are this living breathing bad hair day kind of person.

Have you ever watched a leaf leave a tree? It falls upward first, and then it drifts toward the ground, just as I find myself drifting towards you.

I believe friends enclose us, like a pair of parentheses. Each one knows us differently, each sustains us in a different way.

Words are the weights which hold our history in place.

You know how a river goes on and on? That's my love for you.

Nature is not the number-one mystery, I’ve learned. It’s the heart that takes top honors.

Forgiveness, which is the place that every story turns, the chance we give each other.

Nothing erodes [a mother's love]. It is not sand on a beach. It is the nuclear heart of things-hard as the rock of this earth.

In high school, my desire for friendship far outweighed my talent for it.

How do you know when an apology is true—when it means something, or can change something, or will last outside the moment?

A book, too, can be a star, a living fire to lighten the darkness, leading out into the expanding universe.

When the bullseye becomes as big as an elephant in your mind, you won’t be able to miss it.

It's quite possible for an executive to hit her goal for the quarter by ignoring the future.

It’s not technically gossip if you start your sentence with “I’m really concerned about __________________ ,” (fill in the name of the person you’re not gossiping about).

Christmas is forced upon a reluctant and disgusted nation by the shopkeepers and the press; on its own merits it would wither and shrivel in the fiery breath of universal hatred.

Life is short, but it's long enough to ruin any man who wants to be ruined.

The second you realize you're not alienated, that makes you empowered.

I don't really think there have been transitional periods to socialism. There have been efforts, but they have usually been destroyed by a combination of external force and internal corruption.

By the sense of mystery I understand the experience of certain places and times when one's whole nature seems to be in touch with a presence, a genius loci, a potency.

As revealed by physics, the truth is so remarkable, so amazing!