What would it be like to look in the mirror and actually accept what you see? Not loathe the reflection, or despise it, or be resigned to it? But to like it?

Getting lost is just another way of saying 'going exploring.

When the creative impulse sweeps over you, grab it. You grab it and honor it and use it, because momentum is a rare gift.

To dream is to starve doubt, feed hope.

Flawed, we're truly interesting, truly memorable, and yes, truly beautiful.

Hey, if it's a good philosophy, it works. Death is imminent. Live every day like it's your last.

My confidence was of the hothouse variety, carefully cultivated under highly regulated conditions. One wrong look, one mean comment, and my facade would wither.

Silence, too, can be torture.

I wondered about her chicken-and-egg relationship with Dad. Which came first? Her helplessness or his controlling?

Safe, I decided, didn't leave much room for fun.

Jacob: "Let her stare."Terra: "What?"Jacob: "Yeah most of the starers are just curious. Smile back. That's what I used to do.

Somewhere along the road many of us have picked up the belief that to change we must suffer. Some things are earned with work. But work is not suffering. Work is just work.

Beauty as we feel it is something indescribable what it is or what it means can never be said.

No politician is ever benefited by saving money; it is spending it that makes him.

Sometimes, you just let the country have its way, and you don't try to determine the shape of the country. You sort of modestly step back and let the country figure out what it believes.

I don't know if you call a burger recession food. It's comfort food.

There's something really precious in that - if you try to tame something that's meant to be wild you wind up jeopardizing the nature of why it exists.

Are you capable of risking your life for someone? Do it for Christ.

A mind too vigorous and active, serves only to consume the body to which it is joined.

Having been challenged by Colonel Pickering, Higgins: You know, it's almost irresistible. She's so deliciously low. So horribly dirty.

In Montreal, where I taught in 1970, I met many people. The only ones who said to me they were Canadians, were Jews. All the rest were Scotts, Irish, English, French, Swedes.