I don't think anything's more rewarding than hearing that you've helped someone gain a love of reading.
And below the heimongmong, all along the ground, were weeds already spilling out over the edges, running wild in every direction.
Can you imagine how it is, to want to be neither inside nor outside, to want to be nowhere and disappear?
With hope, a mind is always free.
Love is tricky. It is never mundane or daily. You can never get used to it. You have to walk with it, then let it walk with you. You can never balk. It moves you like the tide. It takes you out to sea, then lays you on the beach again. Today's struggling pain is the foundation for a certain stride through the heavens. You can run from it but you can never say no. It includes everyone.
He asked if he could recite a poem he had written that morning: 'You speak,' he said, 'the language of shooting stars, more surprising than sunrise, more brilliant than the sun, as brief as sunset. I want to follow its trail to eternity.
My mother didn't teach me lessons about being Chinese as strongly as she did the notion of who I was as a female.
The express authority of the people alone could give validity to the Constitution.
It will be seen in the frying of the eggs.
You have to count on living every single day in a way you believe will make you feel good about your life - so that if it were over tomorrow, you'd be content with yourself.
In our time, political speech and writing are largely the defense of the indefensible. . . Thus, political language has to consist largely of euphemism, question-begging, and sheer cloudy vagueness. . . Political language [is] designed to make lies sound truthful and murder respectable.