J. M. Barker Quotes
Walk with care in dark places, and do not put your faith in anyone who promises you the forgiveness of the Lord or a certain place in Paradise.
Angels have very nasty tempers. Especially when they’re feeling righteous.
I wanted to say thanks... and share my gratitude for everything I've been blessed with. Family, friends, and continued support from everyone.
There's a lot more responsibility at home, so a tour is like the opposite for me. It's like a breath of fresh air.
Home is wherever I am. People make too big a deal about where you live. I try to be grounded in myself. Home is another way of saying 'a place where you keep all your stuff'.
The other day I saw a guy with a sign that said, WHERE WILL YOU SPEND ETERNITY? Which freaked me out because I was on my way to the Department of Motor Vehicles.
Nobody can ever learn our military's secrets - unless, you know, they happen to have the Discovery Channel. Then, it's pretty easy, just tune in for a few minutes.
I was a typical kid. I dug holes in the yard, threw rocks, had plum battles with the neighbours and used trash can lids as shields. I was always outside getting dirty.
I never thought I'd be a comedian. But, growing up, I simply loved watching comedy. The '80s was huge for comedy in the US. Eddie Murphy blew me away with his film Delirious.
Anybody see 'Cop Land'? I went to go see it, but I got stoned in the parking lot. And then on the way in, I read the marquee, and I got paranoid and went home.
Tis I whom children love the best; / My wealth is all for them; / For them is set each glossy cup / Upon each sturdy stem.
Flesh could not keep its glamour, nor eyes their sheen. They would go to nothing soon. But monsters are forever.
Richard Christian Matheson is a master of compression. He knows how to catch a moment in words and convey it straight to the reader's heart.
There must still be room for the falling note, of course. Even in an undying world there are times when beauty passes from sight, or love passes from the heart, and we feel the sorrow of partition.
We each die countless little deaths on our way to the last. We die out of shame as humiliation. We perish from despair. And, of course, we die for love.
There are lives lived for love, and lives lived for art. We, happy band, have chosen the later persuasion.
If you want to look like the people next door, you're probably smothering yourself into your dreams.
Life is short And pleasures few And holed the ship And drowned the crew But o! But o! How very blue the sea is.
Perhaps sunlight had always been luminous, and doorways signs of greater passage than that of one room to another. But she’d not noticed it until now.
Whatever capacity she possesses to supernaturally beguile a human soul—and she possesses many—she liked his clear-sightedness too well, to blind him that way.
Of all the rash and midnight promises made in the name of love, none, Boone now knew, was more certain to be broken than "I'll never leave you.
You’ve always got me” “Always?” “Didn’t I just say so?” “Yes” “Am I liar? “ “No.” I lied.
Maybe the man had taken the wrong turning, but at least he'd travelled some extraordinary roads.
After all, where can the glorious, the goofy, and the god-like stand shoulder to shoulder?
A soul of water a soul of stone. A soul by name a soul unknown. The hours unmake our flesh our bone. The Soul is all and all alone!
His body and his mind went about their different businesses. The former, freed from conscious instruction, breathed, rolled, sweated, and digested. The latter went dreaming.
Sooner or later even the most ambitious glutton must crawl away and seek the solace of the vomitorium.
