I could not stop talking because now I had started my story, it wanted to be finished. We cannot choose where to start and stop. Our stories are the tellers of us.

Life is extremely short and you cannot dance to current affairs.

Nobody has the time to sit down and explain the first world from first principles.

They say that in the hour before an earthquake the clouds hang leaden in the sky, the winds slows to a hot breath, and the birds fall quiet in the trees of the town square. Yes but these are the same portents that precede lunchtime, frankly.

I’m telling you, trouble is like the ocean. It covers two thirds of the world.

I know that the hopes of this whole human world can fit inside one soul.

Sometimes we don't notice that someone is being brave, because they are only doing something that seems quite easy for us.