I don't know that there are haunted houses. I know that there are dark staircases and haunted people.

Among those born into chaos, some will imagine an order and become scientists; a few will recognize the chaos and become abstract artists; most others will turn to faith for understanding; and the rest will become lost souls.

In the end you don't so much find yourself as you find someone who knows who you are.

If you don't decide what your life is about, it defaults to what you spend your days doing.

The shy and the extroverted have this in common — that they both fancy they are the center of attention.

I like friends who, when you tell them you need a moment alone, know enough not to stray too far.

We envy others, for we see their lives in broad outline, while forced to live ours in every detail.