Wisdom. . .is knowing what you have to accept.

Home is a notion that only nations of the homeless fully appreciate and only the uprooted comprehend.

No life goes past so swiftly as an eventless one, no clock spins like a clock whose days are all alike.

[I]t is dangerous for a bride to be apologetic about her husband.

Salt is added to dried rose petals with the perfume and spices, when we store them away in covered jars, the summers of our past.

Hope was always out ahead of fact, possibility obscured the outlines of reality.

It's easier to die than to move ... at least for the Other Side you don't need trunks.

You can't retire to weakness -- you've got to learn to control strength.

Towns are like people. Old ones often have character, the new ones are interchangeable.

There is some history that I want not to have happened. I resist the consequences of being Nemesis.

They say tall people live a lot longer than short people. No they don't. They're just so irritating it seems they are around a lot longer.

I think all actors - they'll hate me for saying this - but we are babies. We like to be loved, and we'll do anything if we're loved.

You cannot talk about race without talking about privilege. And when people start talking about privilege, they get paralyzed by shame.

First there was the New Hampshire primary, and we had nearly a year leading up to it. And now, look! Three primaries in one weekend! How many of these things are they going to have?

You are the loveliest thing that I have ever known.

Politicians like Prime Minister David Cameron have lost all sense of reality. The people have seen how billions were spent on Greece and Turkey, on deals with Erdogan or for asylum seekers.

I went to high school in the 1970s and was a real daydreamer and not the best student.

Changing your mind is probably one of the most beautiful things people can do. And I've changed my mind about a lot of things over the years.

Because nobody but a reader ever became a writer.

I pray you bear me henceforth from the noise and rumour of the field, where I may think the remnant of my thoughts in peace, and part of this body and my soul with contemplation and devout desires.