I thought I understood what was best. I knew too little and believed too soon.

They were all brilliant. They wrote books and painted pictures, and if they ever stopped talking, which I was sure they would never do, they planned to change the world.

I looked forward to making friends at school, but I had come late and friendships had already been formed. I couldn’t find my way into their world. They seemed to have a secret code I couldn’t decipher.

People long to go backward in their imagination as well as forward. We don't wish simply to exist forever in some future; we wish to have existed in some distant past.

But what doesn’t die is the love we give to others. There is no end to that.

I find having your own car is like a passport to the world.

I couldn’t live with myself if I thought nothing could get better.