You live long enough in a world spinning on its axis, you learn to spin in the same direction.

Fate, Chance, God’s Will — we all try to account for our lives somehow. What are the chances that two raindrops, flung from the heavens, will merge on a windowpane? Gotta be Fate.

All your life you pretend to be someone else, and it turns out that you were someone else pretending to be you.

To find someone who will love you through success and failure is to discover how little life has to do with either.

Love is given to us as a time, but to keep it always, we must make it a place.

Take no revenge that you have not pondered beneath a starry sky, or on a canyon overlook, or to the lapping of waves and the mewing of a distant gull.

What to do with your one life? The same thing you would do if you had two lives, and this were the second.