Zoe's mom liked to send silly postcards that made her laugh, but they usually dwindled as the summer wore on.

Zoe let the poetry flow over her, like shadows on water, sunlight against stone: timeworn words shaped like stars, like shells, like the ruins of lost temples, soft as the breaths of mystics.

To produce a mighty book, you must choose a mighty theme.

This forest silence improves anyone.

If you're not failing you're not trying anything.

The original question, 'Can machines think?' I believe to be too meaningless to deserve discussion.

As a group, housewives to-day suffer more from social isolation and loss of purpose than any other social group, except, perhaps, the old.

Shooting is a lost art, but nobody wants to see nobody shoot all day. You want to see somebody break somebody off the dribble. That's today game, and that's what I try to do.

I trained as a ballet dancer - well, I started when I was two and a half, and was serious about it from when I was eight until I was 18.

If I am the chief of sinners, I am the chief of sufferers also.

I don't go to the movies much anymore. There's very little that draws me. I watch mostly the older stuff, and I often don't sit through the new films.

For nothing ought to be posited without a reason given, unless it is self-evident (literally, known through itself) or known by experience or proved by the authority of Sacred Scripture.