This-this was what made life: a moment of quiet, the water falling in the fountain, the girl's voice. . . a moment of captured beauty. Those who are truly wise will never permit such moments to escape.

Love is a moment of stillness that sometimes a word can shatter to pieces. Or love can be a thing that endures, a rich, deep current flowing unending through the years.

My lady had the body of a siren, the face of a goddess, and the mind of an Armenian camel dealer.

I have been nothing, but there is tomorrow.

Knowledge is awareness, and to it are many paths, not all of them paved with logic. But sometimes one is guided through the maze by intuition. One is led by something felt on the wind, something seen in the stars, something that calls from the wasteland to the spirit.

Knowledge was meant to be shared.

Long ago I learned nothing gets done by just wishing it. You have to do it.