What I mean is, I love winter, and when you really love something, then it loves you back, in whatever way it has to love.

So the more things remained the same, the more they changed after all. Nothing endures. Not love, not a tree, not even a death by violence.

The next major advance in the health of the American people will be determined by what the individual is willing to do for himself.

This was the tree, and it seemed to me standing there to resemble those men, the giants of your childhood, whom you encounter years later and find that they are not merely smaller in relation to your growth, but they are absolutely smaller, shrunken by age. In this double demotion the old giants have become pygmies while you were looking the other way.

Life is fighting. In life, it's the look ahead that counts. We are all born equally far from the sun. There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love.

There was no harm in taking aim, even if the target was a dream.

I did no know everything there was to know about myself, and knew that I did not know it.