...how many of us have a moved heart that shies away to a different angle, a millimetre or even less from the place where it first existed, some repositioning unknown to us.

We all have an old knot in the heart we wish to untie.

I am someone who has a cold heart. If I am beside a great grief I throw barriers up so the loss cannot go too deep or too far. There is a wall instantly in place, and it will not fall.

What is interesting and important happens mostly in secret, in places where there is no power.

Poor animals! How jealously they guard their pathetic bodies…that which to us is merely an evening’s meal, but to them is life itself.

You must get close to people and then you know who they are.

You can't not be happy around penguins. You're unfortunately happy and cold but the happiness makes up for the coldness.

Your lips and mine, two sips of wine, memories are made of this.

See, here's a shadow found; the human nature Is made th' umbrella to the Deity, To catch the sunbeams of thy just Creator; Beneath this covert thou may'st safely lie.

Most fishermen use the double haul to throw their casting mistakes further.

I sometimes lie awake at night trying to think of something funny that Richard Nixon said.

I love my people and I don't hate nobody and it keeps me out of trouble.

The Italians say that a beautiful woman by her smiles draws tears from our purse.

No publisher should ever express an opinion of the value of what he publishes. That is a matter entirely for the literary critic to decide.