I think it's natural for youth to be drawn to newness: The world is still new for them.

I've become a less brave traveller since I became a dad, but in the past I was more foolhardy than brave.

Dreams are shores where the ocean of spirit meets the land of matter. Dreams are beaches where the yet-to-be, the once-were, the will-never-be may walk awhile with the still-are.

A weapon men use against women is the refusal to take them seriously.

I believe death is only a door. One closes, and another opens. If I were to imagine heaven, I would imagine a door opening. And he would be waiting for me there.

This world, he thinks, contains just one masterpiece, and that is itself.

As long as you can Houdini your way out of the Sisyphean constraints then originality happens.