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Terror makes athletes of us all.

Deep grief can be isolating.

Her grins weren’t the sunshine smiles of an optimist, but the amused resignation of a cynic who still chose to laugh at hard circumstances.

You expect heroes to survive terrible things. If you give them a medal, you don’t ever have to ask why the terrible thing happened in the first place.

It doesn’t make you a hero just because everybody else didn’t do their job.

You don’t always need the force when you’re a Wookiee.

Characters in fiction must remain believable. It is not so in real life.

What I like best is he doesn’t doubt that I love baseball as much as he does.

To successfully bring down tyrants, you must be careful not to become one yourself.

Learning to appreciate baseball is like learning a language. You can do it well when you’re young. Later on, it gets harder.

Baseball is mine the way my lungs are mine.

I have often maintained that waiting is the truest test of one’s character.

When one fails to recognize the humanity in others, it is easy to make villains of them.

He may well be not a guilty man but a frightened one. Guilt and fear often wear the same visage.

If you keep your word to your enemies, then your friends will sleep soundly as you keep watch.

Loneliness shared is loneliness halved.

Give people the choice between a fact and a passing fancy, and they’ll pick the fancy nine times out of ten.

Burdens lessen when they are shared.

“We should escape from certain death more often.”

“How can knowledge be a curse?”

“If you’re an expert in something, you look at information from that viewpoint. It’s easy to forget that not everyone has the same expertise or perspective.”

There lives more faith in honest doubt,
Believe me, than in half the creeds.

I thought about how silence in an elevator with strangers was excruciating, even just for ten seconds, but with [a friend] hours could pass with ease.

I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.

Book doctor. I could write literary prescriptions, give people books that might speak to how they were hurting. Language as a balm for emotional wounds. Words as anchors when people felt adrift. I wasn’t going to solve anything necessarily, but I could always make things a little better than they were before.

Since the nation is defined by its inherent virtue rather than by its future potential, politics becomes a contemplation of good and evil rather than a discussion of actual solutions to real problems.

Honor mattered, even when no one saw it.