There is still that singular perfection, and it's perfect in part because it seemed, at the time, so clearly to promise more.

There is a beauty in the world, though it's harsher than we expect it to be.

All over China, parents tell their children to stop complaining and to finish their quadratic equations and trigonometric functions because there are sixty-five million American kids going to bed with no math at all.

Sure, go ahead, simulate life, using only ink and paper.

Perhaps, in the extravagance of youth, we give away our devotions easily and all but arbitrarily, on the mistaken assumption that we’ll always have more to give.

But there are still the hours, aren't there? One and then another, and you get through that one and then, my god, there's another.

You cannot find peace by avoiding life, Leonard.