When someone leaves, it's because someone else is about to arrive.

Right, from now on, whenever you want to find out about something, plunge straight in.

They were strange books. They spoke about mercury, salt, dragons, and kings, and he didn't understand any of it.

She wasn't a victim of fate, she was running her own risks, pushing beyond her own limits, experiencing things which, one day, in the silence of her heart, in the tedium of old age, she would remember almost with nostalgia - however absurd that might seem.

To become really good at anything, you have to practice and repeat, practice and repeat, until the technique becomes intuitive.

I'm not worried about tomorrow, because God is there already, waiting for me.

Death does not allow us to postpone all the things we can experience now.