Fate is shaped half by expectation, half by inattention.

I like to go somewhere where I learn something I didn't know before, like the Dry Tortugas between Florida and Cuba.

In America nobody says you have to keep the circumstances somebody else gives you.

You see what power is holding someone else's fear in your hand and showing it to them.

When you already believe something, how can you suddenly stop? When you are a loyal friend, how can you no longer be one?

And I remember wondering why it was that eating something good could make me feel so terrible, while vomiting something terrible could make me feel so good.

What is true about a person? Would I change in the same way the river changes color but still be the same person?... And then I realized it was the first time I could see the power of the wind. I couldn't see the wind itself, but I could see it carried water that filled the rivers and shaped the countryside.