By trying to grab fulfillment everywhere, we find it nowhere.

When ours are interrupted, his are not. His plans are proceeding exactly as scheduled, moving us always (including those minutes or hours or years which seem most useless or wasted or unendurable).

Women still dream and hope, pin their emotions on some man who doesn't reciprocate, and end up in confusion.

We are not meant to die merely in order to be dead. God could not want that for the creatures to whom He has given the breath of life. We die in order to live.

If He is God, He is still in charge.

I'll tell you a secret: Close your eyes and open your heart.

When will the arbitrary be granted the place it deserves in the formation of works and ideas?

Unity is what we are afraid of so fear is insanity. Let’s love each other.

He had shown her all the workings of his soul, mistaking this for love.

I am a southerner who grew up with and around guns. I own some still. My father gave me a .22 rifle when I was 9 and a single barrel .410 shotgun when I was 10.

Each moment of my life I was dreaming of how great I could be, and continued working hard. Each time I closed my eyes I could see me shining bright like a sun.

I wouldn't know how I would have coped with The Beatles' sort of fame.

Whether you plan or whether you flow in order to be creative probably isn't the point. The point is to keep practicing to maintain neural pathways and to establish new ones by learning new skills.

I'm not some sort of puppet. Like, there isn't a team of people telling me what to do.

I thought of all that worked dark pits Of war, and died Digging the rock where Death reputes Peace lies indeed.