Every eye sees its own special vision; every ear hears a most different song. In each man's troubled heart, an incision would reveal a unique, shameful wrong.

Loving the ideal more than the reality is the cause of all the misery the human species creates for itself.

Time doesn’t, as advertised, heal all wounds. Although the wrenching immediacy of grief eventually passed, the settled sorrow that replaced it might in its own way be even more intense.

In a world that daily disconnects further from truth, more and more people accept the virtual in place of the real, and all things virtual are also malleable.

We have a responsibility to stand watch over one another, we are watchers, all of us, watchers, guarding against the darkness.

Change isn't easy. Changing the way you live means changing the way you think, means changing what you believe about life. That's hard.

here in the summer desert, winter found my blood