Any way I can produce runs and keep runs off the board for the other team, that's what I'm going to try to do.
The surface of the Earth itself is an immense loom upon which the sun weaves the fabric of existence.
The world in which you were born is just one model of reality. Other cultures are not failed attempts at being you; they are unique manifestations of the human spirit.
A language is not just a body of vocabulary or a set of grammatical rules. . . . Every language is an old-growth forest of the mind.
The world can only appear monochromatic to those who persist in interpreting what they experience through the lens of a single cultural paradigm, their own. For those with the eyes to see and the heart to feel, it remains a rich and complex topography of the spirit.
The measure of a society is not only what it does but the quality of its aspirations.
If diversity is a source of wonder, its opposite - the ubiquitous condensation to some blandly amorphous and singulary generic modern culture that takes for granted an impoverished environment - is a source of dismay. There is, indeed, a fire burning over the earth, taking with it plants and animals, cultures, languages, ancient skills and visionary wisdom. Quelling this flame, and re-inventing the poetry of diversity is perhaps the most importent challenge of our times.
A reasonable probability is the only certainty.
I hate jealousy. At least it's its own punishment; it makes me feel like hell.
Sometimes I get lonely, but it's nice to be alone.
Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.