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

A true teacher would never tell you what to do. But he would give you the knowledge with which you could decide what would be best for you to do.

You search endlessly for permanent happiness in a world where nothing is permanent.

One question always leads to another question. Some things are better to wonder about.

He cries. 'Please! I don't want to die.' I lean over. My hair smothers him. 'Then you should never have been born,' I say.

The best art always comes unbidden.

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.