A man's passion for the mountain is, above all, his childhood which refuses to die.

No love, no friendship, can cross the path of our destiny without leaving some mark on it forever.

If the flame inside you goes out, the souls that are next to you will die of cold.

Tell me what you read and I'll tell you who you are is true enough, but I'd know you better if you told me what you reread.

That is the mystery of grace: it never comes too late.

Where does discipline end? Where does cruelty begin? Somewhere between these, thousands of children inhabit a voiceless hell.

The scapegoat has always had the mysterious power of unleashing man's ferocious pleasure in torturing, corrupting, and befouling.

Doubt is nothing but a trivial agitation on the surface of the soul, while deep down there is a calm certainty.

A cemetery saddens us because it is the only place of the world in which we do not meet our dead again.

There is no accident in our choice of reading. All our sources are related.

A writer is essentially a man who does not resign himself to loneliness.

Jesus Christ is the joy of the journey.

I have some strong positive reasons why I am on the path that I am, and this is why moving forward is the only option that my mind sees.

His princess was dusty.

She doesn’t like you, McNab.“I knoooow. I find that really attractive in a woman.

I started in the music business I was first introduced to 1650 Broadway, uh, which was in reality where everything happened in the '60s.

I don't see myself going back to blonde outside of work though. I really like the red.

There was an agelessness about him, a stillness; on Roose Bolton's face, rage and joy looked much the same.

The question of how things will settle down is the only important question.

Hopefully my hair grows really quick, I want it long again

Annabeth’s hand slipped into mine. Under different circumstances I would’ve been embarrassed, but here in the dark I was glad to know where she was. It was about the only thing I was sure of.