The brain acknowledged the approach of death while the heart stubbornly insisted upon immortality.

I have learned a great deal from novels. Some of it is even true.

We are not born to wait. We are born to do.

The world needed a little Evil, so Good had something to compare itself to, but you couldn't let it think it had the right-of-way on the road and an invitation to dinner.

It is music that speaks to the deepest reaches of your soul, and you are lifted higher, ever higher, by the adagio, in my opinion more so even than in any of the masses that Beethoven composed.

Maybe the devil in human beings isn't the reflection of the devil, perhaps the devil is only a reflection of the savagery and brutality of our kind. Maybe what we've done is create the devil in our own image

She lived for others, her heart tuned to their anguish and their needs.