It's compassion that makes gods of us.

When we live with a memory we live with a corpse; the impact of the experience has changed us once but can never change us again.

We overlook how much in our lives is invisible; love, for instance; thought, God, the future, time, faith, hope and even the electricity that brings us light.

If something anticipated arrives too late it finds us numb, wrung out from waiting, and we feel - nothing at all. The best things arrive on time.

It's when we're given choice that we sit with the gods and design ourselves.

will anything but fanaticism make for change? Wisdom and compromise come later.

my rebelliousness went so deep that, faced with a can of asparagus that instructed me to open at this end, I always, stubbornly, opened it at the other.