Everything is a copy of a copy of a copy.

Every place is the same place in the dark.

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.

But why can't everyone have the memories? I think it would seem a little easier if the memories were shared. You and I wouldn't have to bear so much by ourselves, if everybody took a part. The Giver...

Sometimes I get to know myself through others

Einstein famously said if at first an idea is not absurd, there's no hope for it.

I knew there were no such things as death cooties. Unfortunately, that's an intellectual fact. And death cooties are an emotional reality.

Hope, he learned, was sometimes all a person had.

Waiting patiently doesn't suit you. I can see you have a great deal of water in your personality. Water never waits. It changes shape and flows around things, and finds the secret paths no one else...

Places remained and time flowed through them like wind through the grass. Right now. This was the future turning into the past. One thing becoming another. Like a flame on the end of a match. Wood...

Fairness, he said, 'does not govern life and death. If it did, no good person would ever die young.

A fire is never sated by any amount of logs, nor the ocean by rivers that flow into it; death cannot be sated by all the creatures in the world, nor a fair-eyed woman by any amount of men. THE KAMA...

As far as he can tell, that's what Odo spends most of his time doing: being in time, like one sits by the river, watching the water go by. It's a lesson hard learned, just to sit there and be.

I'll be honest about it. It is not atheists who get stuck in my craw, but agnostics. Doubt is useful for a while.

Life and death live and die in exactly the same spot, the body.

The individual soul touches upon the world soul like a well reaches for the water table. That which sustains the universe beyond thought and language, and that which is at the core of us and struggles...

Gloom is but a shadow of a cloud passing by

Can there be any happiness greater than the happiness of salvation?

The mind is much more interesting than the body.

One ought perhaps not to count Moses, as he was a mere executor of the will of God; he must nevertheless be admired, if only for the grace that made him worthy of speaking to God.

If women are expected to do the same work as men, we must teach them the same things.

The bliss of the ordinary, the true summering among familiar things and always close faces, replaced the dangerous and exhilarating happiness of lively spaces and dreamed flights through them.

Nothing is more powerful than an idea whose time has come. Less but better is a principle whose time has come.