It makes you a different person, to not have a past. It eats away at who you are, until what’s left is all construct, all artifice.

The industrial revolution took the father out of the home and put the kids in school. And then everyone had their own little scene.

Support your friends - even in their mistakes. But be clear, however, that it is the friend and not the mistake you are supporting.

Art is amoral; so is life. For me there are no obscene pictures or books; there are only poorly conceived and poorly executed ones.

My friend "M" says the irony of being a zombie is that everything is funny, but you can't smile, because your lips have rotted off.

How can one not speak about war, poverty, and inequality when people who suffer from these afflictions don't have a voice to speak?

The fear is not real, Dil Bahadur; it is only in your mind, like all other things. Our thoughts form what we believe to be reality.

Rivers and the inhabitants of the watery element were made for wise men to contemplate, and fools to pass by without consideration.

There is a marvelous peace in not publishing ... I like to write. I love to write. But I write just for myself and my own pleasure.

I'm all for teaching creation and allowing prayers in schools, as soon as scholars begin teaching Darwinism and geometry in church.

True education is a kind of never ending story — a matter of continual beginnings, of habitual fresh starts, of persistent newness.

Arise now, arise, Riders of Théoden! Dire deeds awake, dark is it eastward. Let horse be bridled, horn be sounded! Forth Eorlingas!

His blood is black and boiling hot, he gurgles ghastly groans. He'll cook you in his dinner pot, your skin, your flesh, your bones.

He pulled out turned west and started driving towards the glow it was thousands of miles away, he started driving towards the glow.

I don't write with an outline. I don't often know what I'm going to do as I'm writing. And I do everything by feel and by instinct.

My girlfriend says I have frontal-lobe epilepsy. I have visions. They have slowed down as I've gotten older, but I still have them.

We were all heading for each other on a collision course, no matter what. Maybe some people are just meant to be in the same story.

Irene Bennett Brown keeps the promise of her gifted writing and love for history inside this fine contemporary mystery. I loved it.

The habits of study in which I have been brought up have done much to support me. I never allow myself to be one moment unoccupied.

It is the world's limitations and the myths that we internalize about ourselves that pushes us to diminish our power and ignore it.

'Scalped' No. 1 was only the third comic script I'd ever written. I really learned a lot about writing on the fly with that series.

And concentrating on the spot where the two spindles should be is the closest I get to looking Hannah's eyes as she tells my story.

‎Because if I hadn't been so afraid of everyone else, I might have told Hannah that someone cared. And Hannah might still be alive.

There's no way to know exactly what someone's dealing with, no matter how open you are. You're just never going to know everything.

More of the symbols are stock (does [Bob] Dylan really have hogs lying out in the mud somewhere? I doubt it), but that's the point.

Those persons who suffer from indigestion, or who become drunk, are utterly ignorant of the true principles of eating and drinking.

You were in my arms for the first time, and you said my name, 'Tristan.' I answered you: 'Isolde.' Isolde. The world became a word.

What can i tell you about the choices we make? Fate reads like the polar opposite of decision, and so much of life reads like fate.

When people kill themselves, they think they're ending the pain, but all they're doing is passing it on to those they leave behind.

When I asked my mother, ‘how do I tell people about you’ her answer was ‘tell the truth’. But of course, the truth is never simple.

A fishnet is made up of a lot more holes than strings, but you can't therefore argue that the net doesn't exist. Just ask the fish.

I play until my fingertips are raw. Until I rip a nail and bleed on the strings. Until my hands hurt so bad I forget my heart does.

There is no fun in doing nothing when you have nothing to do. Wasting time is merely an occupation then, and a most exhausting one.

I often arrive at quite sensible ideas and judgements, on the spur of the moment. It is when I stop to think that I become foolish.

I think of the flower in the bud: huddled, compressed, dark. Yet somehow it feels the night, knows moon from sun. It waits...waits.

Once you get married, women are still implicitly expected to do the majority of the housework and take care of any future children.

I think people resist feminism because they're scared. I think for women, they're scared of being picked on or of being called out.

Its beautiful to be alone. To be alone does not mean to be lonely. it means the mind is not influenced and contaminated by society.

If you seem something that is true and do not act then you are wasting your life. And life is too precious. It is all that we have.

Every libromancer had a first book. Etched more sharply into my memory than my first kiss, this book had been my magical awakening.

I read more books for research purposes, whether its a fictionalized biography of Johannes Gutenberg or a stack of urban fantasies.

Prudent and active men, who know their strength and use it with limit and circumspection, alone go far in the affairs of the world.

Some of our weaknesses are born in us, others are the result of education; it is a question which of the two gives us most trouble.

To become aware in time when young of the advantages of age; to maintain the advantages of youth in old age: both are pure fortune.

Do people conform to the instructions of us old ones? Each thinks he must know best about himself, and thus many are lost entirely.

Nothing is good for a nation but that which arises from its own core and its own general wants, without apish imitation of another.

What sort of faults may we retain, nay, even cherish in ourselves? Those faults which are rather pleasant than offensive to others.

Though there is not always grace where there is the fear of hell, yet, to be sure, there is no grace where there is no fear of God.

Dealing with chronic anxiety has taught me to better understand the nuances of mental illness and the very individual nature of it.

What I wanted to do in talking about basketball in 'Hoop Roots' was retrieve the game as something to participate in, not to watch.

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