Broken vows are like broken mirrors. They leave those who held to them bleeding and staring at fractured images of themselves.

I don't think it is as much a human foible as it is a human curse that we cannot understand the beauty of a thing until it is gone.

We cannot enslave others without enslaving a part of ourselves.

There are far too many people for us to think about each of them during our short stay on earth—like the thousands of books in a library we haven’t time to read in an afternoon. But this is no excuse to cease browsing. For every now and then, we find that one book that reaches us deep inside and introduces us to ourselves. And, in someone else’s story, we come to understand our own.

I have Tourettes syndrome.

The truest indication of gratitude is to return what you are grateful for.

People can become so blinded by their own perceived victimhood that they make victims of everyone around them.