I cannot overstate the power of libraries in my life.

When the past has passed from you at last, let go. Then climb down and begin the rest of your life. With great joy.

That competition and the struggle for existence is the mechanism behind this state of perpetual change.

At that moment of realization (that union with God is always present), that's when God let me go, let me slide through His fingers with this last compassionate, unspoken message: You may return here once you have fully come to understand that you are always here.

I have far more enthusiasm in life than I have actual energy. In my excitement, I routinely take on more that I can physically or emotionally handle, which causes me to break down in quite predictable displays of dramatic exhaustion. You will be the one burdened with the job of mopping me up every time I've overextended myself and then fallen apart. This will be unbelievably tedious. I apologize in advance.

My face is a transparent transmitter of my every thought.

When a man who looks like Yoda hands you a prophecy, you have to respond.