He brooded on how close destruction always was to all creatures, animals as well as humans, and he realized that there is nothing we can predict or know for certain in this world except death.

The sympathetic but sentimental man who sings the song of the blessed child also longs to return to nature, innocence, and the beginnings, but has completely forgotten that children are by no means...

One of the disadvantages of school and learning, he thought dreamily, was that the mind seemed to have the tendency to see and represent all things as though they were flat and had only two...

One must find the source within one's own Self, one must possess it. Everything else was seeking -- a detour, an error.

That's the problem with wishes, they ensnare you. In fairy tales they're nothing but trouble, magnifying the greed and vanity of the person for whom they are granted.

Her very difficulty created friction, and friction led to satisfaction...

I find it magnificent how beautiful, loose ends find each other in the world if one only waits with decent patience, resilience, and quite blind strength.

The man falling isn't permitted to feel or hear himself hit bottom. He just keeps falling and falling.

I have experienced life enough to realize that reality does not align with dreams, but its greatest joy now is to tell this reality that it does not need her and that her happiness is not linked to...

There is always someone somewhere in the world waiting for someone else; whether in the middle of the desert or deep within the greatest cities. When those two people meet and their gazes intertwine,...

I will at least have gained one ver

How can we be so arrogant? The planet is, was, and always will be stronger than us. We can't destroy it; if we overstep the mark, the planet will simply erase us from its surface and carry on...

Even God has a hell: his love of Mankind.

Sometimes you have to travel a long way to find what is near

Feelings do not grow old along with the body. Feelings form part of a world I don't know, but it's a world where there's no time, so space, no frontiers.

Is there some vital connection between Norman church architecture and the milking of beef cattle of which I am unaware?

The exaltation of understanding; then understanding's bottomless regret.

The fundamental truth: a baseball game is nothing but a great slow contraption for getting you to pay attention to the cadence of a summer day.

We have made some progress, thought Gladstone, despite the inertia forced upon us by the Core. Despite the near-death of science. Despite our fatal addiction to the toys granted us by our own...

Life is solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short. It has no plan, no point, no hidden mysteries that make up for the oh-so-obvious miseries and banalities.

I'm not so sure innocence exists anymore.

Everything is a copy of a copy of a copy.

Let me never be complete. Let me never be content. Let me never be perfect.

Rant goes, Really, truly with her whole entire heart, does Echo hate somebody? I go, doesn't Rant mean love? And Rant shrugs and says, Ain't it the same thing?

When you looked up to the sky and cried Why? sometimes the sky shrugged. Yet other times it answered with the warm assurance of linked hands. Sorry, it whispered on the wind. Sorry for all the pain...

Sam had a skill that often let him take what he needed. But you couldn't do that with love. It had to be given. Shared.

"The real shit {that was Mo’s mantra} is pigeons, not their shit. Divorce is when you take away what you no longer need from those you no longer love."

An English girl might well believe that time is how you spend your love.

The common people? Pah. What are they to us? You and I, my friend, we are lords of the earth, the great ones, the major men, the makers of supreme fictions.

Perhaps the whole life is merely a long preparation for the moment when we part with it.