Who cares about great marks left behind? We have one life.... Just one. Our life. We have nothing else.

Who cares about great marks left behind? We have one life... just one. Our life. We have nothing else.

There is always a certain peace in being what one is, in being that completely.

At any given moment, I open my eyes and exist.

To believe in God is to know that all the rules will be fair, and that there will be wonderful surprises.

Everyone has, inside himself ... what shall I call it? A piece of good news! Everyone is ... a very great, very important character.

If we have anything kind to say, any tender sentiment to express, we feel a sense of shame.

Thought itself needs words. It runs on them like a long wire. And if it loses the habit of words, little by little it becomes shapeless, somber.

All of us are mad. If it weren't for the fact that every one of us is slightly abnormal, there wouldn't be any point in giving each person a separate name.

There is no forgiveness in nature.

Nature is honest, we aren't; we embalm our dead.

We find delight in the beauty and happiness of children that makes the heart too big for the body.

The ability to absorb a book and make someone else's words and story your own was exactly was I was doing on stage.

You know, right often, the body is the best thing we’ve got going for us. A body itself is a shiny object. Something!

Poetry resonates differently in each culture; it doesn't in America.

I seem to have gathered up a stray lamb in my arms: you wandered out of the fold to seek your shepherd, did you, Jane?

An intelligent lady, a little too mature for recklessness, a little too young for caution.

Twenty-four-hour room service generally refers to the length of time that it takes for the club sandwich to arrive. This is indeeddisheartening, particularly when you've ordered scrambled eggs.

You don't become indispensable merely because you are different. But the only way to become indispensable is to be different. That's because if you're the same, so are plenty of other people.

Keep your mind too open, and you never know what might walk in.

An adventure is never an adventure when it happens. An adventure is simply physical and emotional discomfort recollected in tranquility.