What you end up remembering isn't always the same as what you have witnessed.

I don't believe in God, but I miss him.

Perhaps the world progresses not by maturing, but by being in a permanent state of adolescence, of thrilled discovery.

Start with the notion that yours is the sole responsibility unless there's powerful evidence to the contrary

You lose the world for a glance? Of course you do. That is what the world is for: to lose under the right circunstances.

Irony ... may be defined as what people miss.

And if you had no tongue, no celebrating language, you’d do this: cross your hands at the wrist with palms facing towards you; place your crossed wrists over your heart (the middle of your chest, anyway); then move your hands outwards a short distance, and open them towards the object of your love. It’s just as eloquent as speech.