...there's nothing wrong with being a little hopeful. Who says you can't warm your frozen limbs in the faint heat of a flicker of hope?

I love feeling the rhythm of other people's lives. It's like traveling.

But I have my life, I’m living it. It’s twisted, exhausting, uncertain, and full of guilt, but nonetheless, there’s something there.

When things get really bad, you take comfort in the placeness of a place.

It occurred to me that if I were a ghost, this ambiance was what I'd miss most: the ordinary, day-to-day bustle of the living. Ghosts long, I'm sure, for the stupidest, most unremarkable things.

Everything in life has some good in it. And when something awful happens, the goodness stands out even more--it's sad, but that's the truth.

When someone tells you something big, it's like you're taking money from them, and there's no way it will ever go back to being the way it was. You have to take responsibility for listening.

Why were we so far apart, even when we were together? It was a nice loneliness, like the sensation of washing your face in cold water.

Nakajima’s past would always be there, so the foundation could crumble at any moment. That’s what happens, I realized, when people destroy other people.

Just being with Nakajima made me feel as if we were detached from history, and had no particular age.

And when something awful happens, the goodness stands out even more ...

The greatest life is to share, to sacrifice and to serve.

FREEDOM IS WHERE I AM NOT A PRISONER CARRYING A BAGGAGE OF OTHERS RULES.

I don't believe in selling art by transparencies. Art is a firsthand experience.

It's the person who would sell his soul for a nickel, who is loudest in proclaiming his hatred of money.

May we Americans all live up to our glorious heritage.

The professional arsonist builds vacant lots for money.

But to hear Kennedy when he was grandstanding in front of the McClellan Committee you might have thought I was making as much out of the pension fund as the Kennedys made out of selling whiskey.

It won't be long before we'll be deafened by the screeches of whistles being blown by whistle-blowers blowing the whistle on themselves.

I've been going to Bamburgh for holidays since I was a child.

Yes, life in Chechnya so far looks more like a life after a natural disaster.