A friend gathers all the pieces and gives them back in the right order.

You rely on a sentence to say more than the denotation and the connotation; you revel in the smoke that the words send up.

I want to feel what I feel. What's mine. Even if it's not happiness, whatever that means. Because you're all you've got.

Art invites us to know beauty and to solicit it, summon it, from even the most tragic of circumstances.

As you enter positions of trust and power, dream a little before you think.

Access to knowledge is the superb, the supreme act of truly great civilizations. Of all the institutions that purport to do this, free libraries stand virtually alone in accomplishing this mission.

You have to be willing to think the unthinkable.