But unshed tears can turn rancid. So can memory. So can biting your tongue. My bad nights were beginning. I couldn't sleep.

Lose your temper and you lose the fight.

All stories are about wolves. All worth repeating, that is. Anything else is sentimental drivel.

There were a lot of gods. Gods always come in handy, they justify almost anything.

Better not to invent her in her absence. Better to wait until she's actually here. Then he can make her up as she goes along.

The young habitually mistake lust for love, they're infested with idealism of all kinds.

Time rises and rises, and when it reaches the level of your eyes you drown.

This is how the girl who couldn't speak and the man who couldn't see fell in love.

Those who live alone slide into the habit of vertical eating: why bother with the niceties when there's no one to share or censure? But laxity in one area may lead to derangement in all.

More and more I feel like a letter—deposited here, collected there. But a letter addressed to no one.

He was deciding whether to cut her throat or love her forever.

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.

Some people feed your ego, but starve your soul.

Everyone has an identity. One of their own, and one for show.

I would suggest that you only take advice from those people who have a lot of experience and who you trust as well. Also, be extremely conservative with your investments.

You gotta make your own fun. That's right, listen to that mother of two, she knows what I'm talking about.

Gratitude to the Great Sky who holds billions of stars - and goes yet beyond that - beyond all powers, and thoughts and yet is within us - Grandfather Space. The Mind is his Wife

At the risk of sounding hopelessly romantic, love is the key element. I really love to play with different musicians who come from different cultural backgrounds.

Some of the best pop music ever has come out of the States.

The only justifications for belief have the form "justified for me".

No can do. Wren stays here. (Dev) Not what I was told. (Varyk) Well, I just told you. (Dev)