And it's a cold place the world, especially when warmed by arsen.

The eye is always caught by light, but shadows have more to say.

As long as people are going to call you lunatic anyway, why not get the benefit of it? It liberates you from convention.

Remember to breathe. It is after all, the secret of life.

From torched skyscrapers, men grew wings.

Where I'm from, we believe in all sorts of things that aren't true... we call it history.

Books fall open, you fall in. When you climb out again, you're a bit larger than you used to be.

If magic was present, it moved under the skin of the world, beneath the ability of human eyes to catch sight of it.

I know you don't want to hear this but someone has to say it! You are out of control! I mean they're just shoes... let it go!

Growth and change were viewed as reactions to conditions met

Waking up was a daily cruelty, an affront, and she avoided it by not sleeping.

And you finally get there, you reach a point where you refuse to feel anymore pain and the desire to chase happiness out weighs any choice that gives you reason to question where you're headed.

Success is like a seed, it waits for the right conditions that will allow it to grow.

The novel is the one bright book of life. Books are not life. They are only tremulations on the ether. But the novel as a tremulation can make the whole man alive tremble.

We cannot think without language, we cannot process experience without story.

I love Pinterest, so I got a little inspiration from there - I'm obsessed with cookies.

I think I have a pugnacious style. My style is not pretty. I don't use words like "amber" or "opaque."

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees.

Scripture indicates that heaven is not distant but rather... heaven is near in another realm.

I refer to jet lag as 'jet-psychosis - there's an old saying that the spirit cannot move faster than a camel.

Imagine the clouds dripping Dig a hole in your garden to put them in