As it somehow always manages before the winter solstice, but never after, the early darkness was cheerful and promising, even for those who had nothing.

It's a defining difference, curiosity. I've never known a stupid person who was curious, or a curious person who was stupid.

Peter Lake had no illusions about mortality. He knew that it made everyone perfectly equal, and that the treasures of the earth were movement, courage, laughter, and love. The wealthy could not buy these things. On the contrary, they were for the taking.

There's something about rushing water that I can watch for hours and feel as if I need to do nothing more. It's alive in a way that's greater than any description of it.

To be mad is to feel with excruciating intensity the sadness and joy of a time which has not arrived or has already been.

Particularly as a Jew, I don't like missionary work. I've had it focused on me, and I don't like it. Let people be what they want to be.

No one ever said that you would live to see the repercussions of everything you do, or that you have guarantees, or that you are not obliged to wander in the dark, or that everything will be proved to you and neatly verified like something in science. Nothing is: at least nothing that is worthwhile.