What I have always wanted more than revenge is to bring the other person to recognition of the pain they caused, so they essentially say, "I will never do that again."

I'm hoping what all sentient beings hope ... that somehow I'm part of something larger than myself, in which I play a role, an actual role that is somehow intended and meaningful.

We breathe the light, we breathe the music, we breathe the moment as it passes through us.

You can look at the New York Times Bestseller List and you can be pretty sure that the writers on that list don't know each other very well.

Keep your secrets Keep your silence It is a better gift than truth

And books, they offer one hope -- that a whole universe might open up from between the covers, and falling into that universe, one is saved.

I hear the birds singing. Listen. I hear them in their cage. The others-all our kind who know of her-they think of her as heartless, but she wasn't heartless. She was only aware of things which I didn't learn till so many decades had passed. She knew secrets that only suffering can teach.