A general cry of "What book? What book? Let us see this famous book!

Reading is of course dry work, and further refreshment was called for and consumed.

All loss is one, and one loss becomes all, a single death is the key to the gate that bars memory.

True, the body's easily maimed, and the spirit can be crippled - yet there's that in a man that is never destroyed.

Would he ever come back? He wondered. The water filled his ears with its own rush, and he was comforted by the realization that, in fact, he never left.

Roger speaking to Brianna: It's too important. You don't forget having a dad."You do remember your father?"No. I remember yours.

That's the best thing I can think of. Having a good hold on your arse always makes me feel steady.

God, don't laugh!" Jamie said, alarmed. "I didna mean to make ye laugh! Christ, Jenny will kill me if ye cough up a lung and die out here!

Growing up is, at heart, the process of learning to take responsibility for whatever happens in your life. To choose growth is to embrace a love that heals.

The perversions are as follows: of royalty, tyranny; of aristocracy, oligarchy; of constitutional government, democracy.

If knowledge is power and power is knowledge, then how so many idiots be graduating from college?

I realized that people don't quite understand what I do when I was the new kid on the block and a lot of Hollywood was offering me fairly cheesy projects.

The most profound indication of social malignancy ... no sense of humor. None of the monoliths could take a joke.

So long as one is able to pose one has still much to learn about suffering.

The Sangh Parivar, against which I had been waging a war, misled the people. My opponents used the Election Commission and the bureaucracy to win a political battle.

This is a very big victory for Michael and we are all very proud that he has been completely and totally vindicated in court, as we were certain he would be.

It is only in appearance that time is a river. It is rather a vast landscape and it is the eye of the beholder that moves.

Poetry is our heart, our spirit, our soul. Call it whatever; without it, everything else is nothing but hardware.