Any chance he’s turned a new leaf and taken up sailing for real?” “About as likely as me doing it.” Hadrian eyed Royce for a heartbeat. “I put him at the top of the list.

You don’t win battles with hate. Anger and hate can make you brave, make you strong, but they also make you stupid. You end up tripping over your own two feet.

Sometimes the price of dreams is achieving them.

Power rises to the top like cream and dominates the weak with cruelty disguised as -- and often even believed to be -- benevolence.

When you expect nothing from the world - not the light of the sun, the wet of water, nor the air to breathe - everything is a wonder and every moment a gift.

See, that’s the difference,” Mauvin said. “I suffer a loss and people console me. Royce suffers a loss and whole towns evacuate.

People are afraid of what they do not understand.

The idea of how others see you becomes more important than the reality of you.

You accidentally punched him?” Wyatt asked, suppressing a chuckle. “I’m not sure you have a full understanding of the whole bodyguard thing.

One truth doesn't refute another. Truth doesn't lie in the object, but in how we see it.

If this hast been done to language, I fear to know the fate of all else.

When you get a thing the way you want it, leave it alone.

All too many others have been more cautious than courageous and have remained silent behind the anesthetizing security of stained-glass windows

As a mentor you have to learn how to tackle the past of your mentee, be able to put it to sleep and focus to the promising future of him/her.

The ethic of truth is the complete opposite of an 'ethics of communication'. It is an ethic of the Real The ethic of truth is absolutely opposed to opinion, and to ethics in general.

What is about women that they just go right for the guy that repulses them?

Performing of any kind: singing, acting, dancing. I also get really excited during interviews.

In America, we have the feeling of the doomed young artist. Fitzgerald was the great example of that.

There are as many jealousies in life as there are different flowers or trees or animals.

One often reads that the 1950s was the golden age of Cuban music, but it was really one long phase, from 1937 to 1958, each year with its own splendour.

People won't give you feedback until they think you actually want it.