The more words I have, the more distinct, precise my perceptions become--and such lucidity is a form of joy.

The authentic is almost never found by being pursued; but there is no missing it when you are in its presence.

Perhaps, if we don't always have a conscious conscience, we have a subliminal one, from which the memory of past wrongs is not so easily erased.

The more words I have, the more distinct, precise my perceptions become--and such lucidity is a form of joy.

The wonder is what you can make a paradise out of.

There is nothing like a gleam of humor to reassure you that a fellow human being is ticking inside a strange face.

Anger can be borne - it can even be satisfying - if it can gather into words and explode in a storm, or a rapier-sharp attack. But without these means of ventilation, it only turns back inward, building and swirling like a head of stream - building to an impotent, murderous rage.