A violent act pierces the atmosphere, leaving a hole through which the cold, damp draft of its memory blows forever.

I don't need an alarm clock, for habit is the best alarm there is.

One's only real regret in life is the failure to act.

When a child dies, it breaks the pattern, the most fundamental pattern in life.

Early on, my abandoning father had set the pattern of my love life on the loom of my subconscious.

I may not remember, but I never forget.

The key to life is imagination.