What you end up remembering isn't always the same as what you have witnessed.

History is that certainty produced at the point where the imperfections of memory meet the inadequacies of documentation.

Some of the freckles I once loved are now closer to liver spots. But it’s still the eyes we look at, isn’t it? That’s where we found the other person, and find them still.

Later on in life, you expect a bit of rest, don't you? You think you deserve it. I did, anyway. But then you begin to understand that the reward of merit is not life's business.

Time...give us enough time and our best-supported decisions will seem wobbly, our certainties whimsical.

And yet it takes only the smallest pleasure or pain to teach us time’s malleability.

May you be ordinary, as the poet once wished the new-born baby.

Life seemed even more of a guessing game than usual.

I thought of the things that had happened to me over the years, and of how little I had made happen.

Is there anything more plausible than a second hand?

you find yourself repeating, ‘They grow up so quickly, don’t they?’ when all you really mean is: time goes faster for me nowadays.

Dreams are deformed reflections of ourselves - less stable and more ungraspable than we are, upon which we in our turn assume the right to reflect upon and to determine.

For of this world one never sees enough and to dine in harmony with nature is one of the gentlest and loveliest things we can do.

Insight occurs when, and to the degree that, one knows oneself.

In order to see a fish you must watch the water

Life is only worth living because we hope it will get better and we'll all get home safely. But you tried and you did not get home safely. You did not get home at all.

Jesus loves you... He's not 'in love' with you.

Baseball gives you every chance to be great. Then it puts every pressure on you to prove you haven't got what it takes.

If I had someone buttering me up, maybe I'd have worked out. You don't even know where I came from. Nobody wants to come out here.

Most days of the year are unremarkable. They begin and they end with no lasting memory made in between. Most days have no impact on the course of a life.

Everyone is influenced by everybody but you bring it down home the way you feel it.