...the face has limited space. My mother used to say, if you fill your face with laughing, there will be no more room for crying.

Money can buy the necessary police order. Justice is sold to the highest bidder

Distance was a dangerous thing, she knew. Distance changed people.

Birth and death - what could be more monstrous than that? We like to deceive ourselves and call it wondrous and beautiful and majestic, but it's freakish, let's face it.

Remembering bred its own peculiar sorrow. It seemed so unfair: that time should render both sadness and happiness into a source of pain.

People forget how vulnerable they are despite their shirts and shoes and briefcases, how this hungry and cruel world could strip them, put them in the same position as my beggars.

How starved they seemed for ordinary kindness

The return of solitude was not quite as Dina expected it to be. These many years I made a virtue of inescapable reality, she thought, calling it peace and quiet.

Did life treat everyone so wantonly, ripping the good things to pieces while letting bad things fester and grow like fungus

the secret of survival was to balance hope and despair

Where was the line between compassion and foolishness, kindness and weakness? And that was from her position. From theirs, it might be a line between mercy and cruelty, consideration and callousness.

Confusion of goals and perfection of means seems, in my opinion, to characterize our age.

You won't see me in a better mood than 4:00 in the morning on my way to work.

I was always in the tennis business-from 1968. I was in tournaments and also on World Team Tennis teams as well.

Exactly at the instant when hope ceases to be reasonable it begins to be useful.

Throughout my life, I've been gratified that I've been able to keep the child in me alive and inspire others.

I was suffering from the delusion that it's the thought that counts.

Moments came and went, she thought. It was love that bound them together into a life.

Those who do not know history are probably also not doing well in English or math. P.J. O'Rourke

If you talk to God, you are praying; If God talks to you, you have schizophrenia.

If you make mistakes that is alright because we all make mistakes and we learn from those mistakes. You gain confidence from learning, failing and rising again.