I have different books for different times of the day, let alone different seasons of the year!

The point of flight. To get rid of oneself. That was reason enough to fly.

Good days, they come around the oddest corners.

Goodness was more difficult than evil. Evil men knew that more than good men. That's why they became evil. That's why it stuck with them. Evil was for those who could never reach the truth. It was a mask for stupidity and lack of love. Even if people laughed at the notion of goodness, if they found it sentimental, or nostalgic, it didn't matter -- it was none of those things, he said, and it had to be fought for.

The job of the writer is to look at where he is now and make some sort of emotional sense of it, not only for that moment but for years to come.

I’m not interested in blind optimism, but I’m very interested in optimism that is hard-won, that takes on darkness and then says, ‘This is not enough.’ But it takes time, more time than we can sometimes imagine, to get there. And sometimes we don’t.

...it was necessary to love silence, but before you could love silence you had to have noise.