When you were in love, you knew no fear or hatred. When you were fearful, there was no possibility of love or hate. And when there was hate, there was only hate.

How much modern civilization has lost, I think, when they lost the awareness of the billions of stars overhead.

Truly it it not the tragedies that destroy us, but the memories of them.

Sometimes, if I am not careful, and I stare too long at a flower, it shrivels and dies.

I would look up at the moon and see that it was not the smooth orb we had all believed, but a pitted and scarred world with no air.

The most content people are those who expect nothing, who have ceased to dream.

I went to work at the library. I know that sounds crazy but I didn't know where else to go. Besides, at the library I was constantly surrounded by people. And I loved my job, surrounded by so many books, so many lives, so much of the past.