...an age-old patter that seemed like chaos but was not...

Strange how the deepest part of us isn't able to speak more clearly to the part of us that lives only here in the shallows of the world.

Remember, there are cookies waiting here for you.

In eighty-six years, child, I've learned the world is a far more mysterious place than most people realize and that every moment of life is woven through with meaning.

Darkness doesn't fall at a predictable schedule. Darkness can overwhelm you any time of the day, as you know well.

Evil travels the world in anonymity, its presence revealed only by the periodic consequences of its desires...

But the line between moral behavior and narcissistic self-righteousness is thin and difficult to discern

Every journey has a destination, known or unknown.

If patterns exist in our seemingly patternless lives — and they do — then the law of harmony insists that the most harmonious of all patterns, circles within circles, will most often assert itself.

The greatest danger, of course, was to believe that I was equal to them, because assurance can morph into arrogance that Death loves to prove unfounded.

To get through life successfully, body and soul must translate each other correctly more often than not.

I love the longueurs of a book even if they seem pointless because you can get a peek into the author’s mind, a glimpse of their creative soul.

Souls and memories can do strange things during trance.

Work a lifetime to pay off a house. you finally own it, and there's nobody to live in it.

I'm the best there is, the best there was, and the best there ever will be.

String theory envisions a multiverse in which our universe is one slice of bread in a big cosmic loaf. The other slices would be displaced from ours in some extra dimension of space.

The sound of my voice is more famous than me.

We ignore slow environmental changes unless they are crisis-driven, such as hurricanes in Florida.

When you're young, you haven't the experience, when you're old you haven't the strength.

My mother was a failed actress, but that was our bread and butter - what we loved most to do was to go to the theater and talk about it and dissect it and understand it.

I write in order to belong.