Unless a writer is extremely old when he dies, in which case he has probably become a neglected institution, his death must always seem untimely.

She was twenty and had come to realize that, though she had a voice, she wasn't a singer; that to endure and embrace the life of a singer demands a whole lot more than a voice.

You think your pains and heartbreaks are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you read. [and then you discover that others have suffered much more than you and your problems look good in comparison]

The hope of the world lies in what one demands, not of others, but of oneself.

There is never time in the future in which we will work out our salvation. The challenge is in the moment; the time is always now.

People can cry much easier than they can change.

The world tends to trap you in the role you play and it is always extremely hard to maintain a watchful, mocking distance between oneself as one appears to be and oneself as one actually is.