Anya looked upon NIN admirably. Having him as a partner-in-crime—if only on this one occasion, which she hoped would only be the start of something more—was more revitalizing than the cheap thrills of a cookie-cutter shallow, superficial romance, where the top priority was how beautiful a person was on the outside.

— Jess C. Scott

Any man filled with empathy is capable of gaining valuable insights on the human condition through the suffering of others. You do not need to suffer to know suffering, but you need empathy first to identify and feel the suffering of others around you.

— Suzy Kassem

A person who is worth nothing must introduce you to a person worth next-to-nothing, and that person to another, and so on and so forth until finally you can step across the threshold, almost one of the family.

— Michel Faber

A point of view can be a dangerous luxury when substituted for insight and understanding.

— Marshall McLuhan

A Prayer for Daily Insight Open my eyes, God. Help me to perceive what I have ignored, to uncover what I have forgotten, to find what I have been searching for. Remind me that I don't have to journey far to discover something new, for miracles surround me, blessings and holiness abound. And You are near. Amen.

— Naomi Levy

As a writer, I see the saga of your life in a single glimpse. It may be inaccurate, but my version doesn't lack for creativity.

— Richelle E. Goodrich

As I grew older and when I became wiser, I realized that not only are we made of molecules, we are also governed and ruled by them. We are just molecular slaves in this vast limitless creation.

— Biju Vasudevan

Asking big “WHY” question is to dig through the root cause of changes, how to manage it and achieve a more tangible result.

— Pearl Zhu

A sober friend from Texas said once that the three things I cannot change are the past, the truth, and you. I hate this insight so much.

— Anne Lamott

As she rounded a corner one of her favorite songs came on the radio, and sunlight filtered through the trees the way it does with lace curtains, reminding her of her grandmother, and tears began to slide down her cheeks. Not for her grandmother, who was then still very much among the living, but because she felt an enveloping happiness to be alive, a joy made stronger by the certainty that someday it would all come to an end. It overwhelmed her, made her pull the car to the side of the road. Afterward she felt a little foolish, and never spoke to anyone about it. Now, however, she knows she wasn’t being foolish. She realizes that for no particular reason she stumbled into the core of what it is to be human. It’s a rare gift to understand that your life is wondrous, and that it won’t last forever.

— Steven Galloway