Without Pain, How Could We Know Joy?

But as for me: I must ask the wounded man where he is hurt, because I cannot become the wounded man. The only wounded man I can be is me.

If you don't live a life in service of a greater good, you've gotta at least die a death in service of a greater good, you know? And I fear that I won't get either a life or a death that means anything.

We only have so long to play in the dirt and ask questions of rivers.

At some point we all look up and realize we are lost in a maze.

And in my classes, I will talk most of the time, and you will listen most of the time. Because you may be smart, but I've been smart longer.

As lives go, I'll take the quietly desperate over the radically bipolar.