The man must have a rare recipe for melancholy, who can be dull in Fleet Street.
You remember only what you want to remember. You know only what your heart allows you to know.
Can you imagine how it is, to want to be neither inside nor outside, to want to be nowhere and disappear?
With hope, a mind is always free.
Love is tricky. It is never mundane or daily. You can never get used to it. You have to walk with it, then let it walk with you. You can never balk. It moves you like the tide. It takes you out to sea, then lays you on the beach again. Today's struggling pain is the foundation for a certain stride through the heavens. You can run from it but you can never say no. It includes everyone.
He asked if he could recite a poem he had written that morning: 'You speak,' he said, 'the language of shooting stars, more surprising than sunrise, more brilliant than the sun, as brief as sunset. I want to follow its trail to eternity.
My mother didn't teach me lessons about being Chinese as strongly as she did the notion of who I was as a female.
I came from a family of repairers. The spider is a repairer. If you bash into the web of a spider, she doesn't get mad. She weaves and repairs it.
How did you die?" "We er. . . . drowned in a bathtub. " "All three of you?" "It was a big bathtub.
A mighty power and stronger Man from his throne has hurled,For the hand that rocks the cradle Is the hand that rules the world.
To think better, to think like the best humans, we are probably going to have to learn again to judge a person's intelligence, not by the ability to recite facts, but by the good order or harmoniousness of his or her surroundings. We must suspect that any statistical justification of ugliness and violence is a revelation of stupidity. (pg. 192-193, People, Land, and Community)