You'd be surprised how many childhoods each of us has.

After breakage/there is always sleep.

Only passions, great passions, can elevate the soul to great things.

Time is life.Time for birth, time for death.

The fear of the unknown was eclipsed by the gladness that came of taking action, of doing something rather than waiting, of following what seemed to be the call of my life.

New Englanders could be so brusque.

Amnesty, that noble word, the genuine dictate of wisdom.

If death is this brilliant slide, this high, fine music felt as pure vibration, this plunging float in wind and silence, it's not so bad.

I learned...every part of the body; I would move each part as I memorized it. As a child, I would lie in the woods for hours, hiding and watching the animals move, how the mother taught the young.

If you're in the mood for a blushing art house romance, you'll fall for it, too.

I have also noticed that when a rider who had confidence in his ability was defeated, after doing his level best to win, always received an ovation from the gathering.

You can't be saved, oblivion is all you crave.