“So the America I loved still exists, if not in the White House or the Supreme Court or the Senate or the House of Representatives or the media. The America I love still exists at the front desks of our public libraries.”

Who is more to be pitied, a writer bound and gagged by policemen or one living in perfect freedom who has nothing more to say?

Many people need desperately to receive this message: ‘I feel and think much as you do, care about many of the things you care about, although most people do not care about them. You are not alone.

I can have oodles of charm when I want to.

Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before. He is full of murderous resentment of people who are ignorant without having come by their ignorance the hard way.

Of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are, It might have been.

One of the few good things about modern times: If you die horribly on television, you will not have died in vain. You will have entertained us.

I was a victim of a series of accidents, as are we all.

All moments, past, present and future, always have existed, always will exist.

A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.

You were sick, but now you’re well again, and there’s work to do.

Take it moment by moment, and you will find that we are all, as I’ve said before, bugs in amber.

Ting-a-ling mother fucker.

All right – I’ll tell you what you did for me: you went for happy, silly, beautiful walks with me.

If I am going to spend eternity visiting this moment and that, I’m grateful that so many of those moments are nice.

I couldn’t help wondering if that was what God put me on Earth for–to find out how much a man could take without breaking.

Live by the harmless untruths that make you brave and kind and healthy and happy.

In France, everybody realized that God exists, and that he is back in the French international team. God is back, there is little left to say.

I remember thinking how often we look, but never see … we listen, but never hear … we exist, but never feel. We take our relationships for granted. A house is only a place. It has no life of its own. It needs human voices, activity and laughter to come alive.

There’s no point in comparing an actual, operating system with an ideal system that doesn’t exist.

In nature nothing exists alone.

As the fisherman depends upon the rivers, lakes and seas and the farmer upon the land for his existence, so does mankind in general depend upon the beauty of the world about him for his spiritual and emotional existence.

Nothing exists until it is measured.

The quality of place, the reaction to immediate contact with earth and growing things that have a fugal relationship with mountains and sky, is essential to the integrity of our existence on this planet.

If an American was condemned to confine his activity to his own affairs, he would be robbed of one half of his existence.