What a treacherous thing a body was, how it so blatantly acted out the mind’s secrets.

But such was the way with people – they loved the things that made them miserable.

He’s looking for people he can be himself around. Aren’t we all?

When all you have is the memory of a thing, all you can think about is how the thing is gone.

She’d decided that about eighty percent of what you believe about yourself when you’re twenty turns out to be wrong. The problem is you don’t know what your small true part is until much later.

It was true. Heard it on Cronkite.

A dormitory was a hopeless idea. Whoever thought of encasing two hundred girls in a concrete box?

The things we love the most are the most disfiguring. Such is our greed for them.

It’s the great flaw of journalism. The more something happens, the less newsworthy it is.

Turn your head away from the screen, my friend. It will tell you nothing more.

We are a way for the cosmos to know itself

Technology is anything invented after you were born.

Someday the sun is going to shine down on me in some faraway place.

I'm just a product of my environment, and it comes out in the music.

It's hard to explain why I like Europe so much.

Writing is a lonely job, unless you're a drinker, in which case you always have a friend within reach.

When we travel, we are like a film at the moment of exposure; it is memory that will develop it.

We cannot have peace on Earth until we learn to speak with one voice. That voice must be the voice of reason, the voice of compassion, the voice of love. It is the voice of divinity within us.

We all know by theory that there is no permanent happiness in this life: But the weight of the precept is not felt in the same manner as when it is confirmed to us by a heavy calamity.