There's a crazy energy in Toronto. I think some of that may be from being a border from where I'm from and being so close.
When we are touched by something it's as if we're being brushed by an angel's wings.
There are times in life when, instead of complaining, you do something about your complaints.
If our children are unable to voice what they mean, no one will know how they feel. If they can’t imagine a different world, they are stumbling through a darkness made all the more sinister by its lack of reference points. For a young person growing up in America’s alienated neighborhoods, there can be no greater empowerment than to dare to speak from the heart — and then to discover that one is not alone in ones feelings.
Courage has nothing to do with our determination to be great. It has to do with what we decide in that moment when we are called upon to be more.
All of us have moments in our childhood where we come alive for the first time. And we go back to those moments and think, This is when I became myself.
A good poem is like a bouillon cube. It's concentrated and it nourishes you when you need it.
No law is quite appropriate for all.
When thou cam'st first, Thou strok'st me and made much of me; wouldst give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night; and then I loved thee And showed thee all the qualities o' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.
You can exercise vigorously and eat junk and get by. But you can't eat perfectly and not exercise. Look at many athletes today; they are human garbage cans. They eat anything, but they exercise so hard they burn it up. But why not exercise and put the right fuel in too?
The mathematics clearly called for a set of underlying elementary objects-at that time we needed three types of them-elementary objects that could be combined three at a time in different ways to make all the heavy particles we knew. . . . I needed a name for them and called them quarks, after the taunting cry of the gulls, "Three quarks for Muster mark," from Finnegan's Wake by the Irish writer James Joyce.