Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart.
Love wasn't a thing you fell in, but rose to. It was what stopped you from falling.
Regret doesn't budge things; it seems crazy that the force of all that human want can't amend a moment, can't even stir a pebble.
Things don't go away. They become you.
The cracks in old friendships are measured in awkward pauses.
By now, the camouflage had become my skin. My friends wouldn't want to know. Who would want to know? I certainly didn't want to know. All I wanted was to hold my assumptions to the light, and to watch them sparkle in their facets, as all sham gemstones do.
I think each family has a funhouse logic all its own, and in that distortion,in that delusion, all behavior can seem both perfectly normal and crazy.
How could you be a Great Man if history brought you no Great Events, or brought you to them at the wrong time, too young, too old?
The Things that never can come back, are several - Childhood - some forms of Hope - the Dead.
I've proved to be as difficult to convert as I am to hypnotize.
Spies cannot be usefully employed without a certain intuitive sagacity.