And marking off time struck me as something like counting empty spaces—spaces you know can't ever be filled.

I believe that love is better than hate. And that there is more nobility in building a chicken coop than in destroying a cathedral.

It seems to me that a man who is incapable of humor is capable of cruelty.

What is genius, anyway, if it isn't the ability to give an adequate response to a great challenge?

Look inside yourself and you'll find a world of things (a world of your own experiences)worth writing about.

Even if you forget everything else I want you to always remember that you are a person of value, and you have a friend who loved you enough to give you his most valued possession.

What do you know about sooner or later? Is a moment only a moment when you're in pain?