Everyone knows everything eventually.

The quality of gifts depends on the sincerity of the giver.

[I remember going] to a hotel gym at six o'clock in the morning, and the television was on, and it's some drama in which two men have clearly kidnapped a woman. They're interrogating her, and they put a plastic bag over her head. They're suffocating her, and I'm thinking, It's six o'clock in the morning! Why does anybody need to see this? How can I find the off switch?

He realized now he was only just beginning to see the full extent to which it was his destiny to follow, to walk blindly into fates he could never understand. In fate there was reward, in turning over one's heart to God there was a magnificence that lay beyond description. At the moment one is sure that all is lost, look at what is gained!

You can’t pick up and leave everything behind because there is too much sadness in the world and not enough places to go.

Why is it that we understand playing the cello will require work, but we attribute writing to the magic of inspiration?

Sometimes not having any idea where we’re going works out better than we could possibly have imagined.