When you hate something for twenty years, you get to know it well.

Does childhood really happen? Do we imagine it? Everyone remembers something else....

She was kahuna, creating more life around her than was actually there, heightening the momentousness of each living thing by simply gazing upon it.

They would no longer be time-bound, that they were free to live in the future, the past, in fantasy. She had been a woman preparing to live, not living.

You think knowing things will solve your private little griefs?

Everything breaks down but desire. And because we are old, doctors try to shame that out of us. Young punks! Lose one's youth, and doctors take it as axiomatic that you've lost your mind, your balls.

We love that which we corrupt.

Got something to do with guilt, ' Toro said. 'Her mother, neh?' 'Guilt. Longing. Got something to do with all of us.

Beware of logic.

So much easier to give. I detest asking.

Common sense. Mothers are the last riddle, the worst horror, the only consolation.

Our life is shaped by our mind, for we become what we think.

Happy, Healthy, Wealthy, and Wise, for the rest of our days till the end of our lives.

Though I despise it, I do not doubt His Love for the creatures. I have seen it —His ever-reaching outward for any hand that might reach back. At His love, I tremble yet believe.

It's not that I'm so clever, it is that others are so stupid.

Music is perpetual, and only the hearing is intermittent.

We can make America a clean-energy super-power and create good-paying jobs in the process.

This is the test of your manhood: How much is there left in you after you have lost everything outside of yourself?

If you are feeling something, then Shakespeare felt it and wrote about it - and wrote about it so eloquently.

I believe I may so, looking into my own heart, and speaking as in the presence of God, that I have never know one moment of bitterness or resentment.

It's much easier to make people cry than to laugh.