He scarcely knew who was battling whom, who was winning, who was losing, as though he hoped that by doggedly ignoring the war it would return the favor

Nothing good came free. Even love. You paid for all things. And if you were poor, suffering was your currency.

i want to give up my bearings, slip out of who i am, shed everything, the way a snake discards old skin.

you say you have no courage, but i see it in you. what you did, the burden you agreed to shoulder, took courage. for that, i honor you.

James Parkinson. George Huntington. Robert Graves. John Down. Now this Lou Gehrig fellow of mine. How did men come to monopolize disease names too?

Soon, he would become an adult. And when he did, there would be not going back because adulthood was akin to what his father had once said about being a war hero: one you became one, you died one.

these random unkind moment that catch you wen you least expect them.

In my experience, men who understand women seem to rarely want to have anything to do with them.

He used to wonder how such a frail little body could house so much joy, so much goodness. It couldn't. It spilled out of her, came pouring out her eyes.

I would have told them that he lived a life lacking in purpose or direction. Like those aimless rides I took him on. A life lived from the backseat, observed as it blurred by. An indifferent life.

A spectacularly foolish and baseless faith, against enormous odds, that a world you do not control will not take from you the one thing you cannot bare to lose.

Tenacity is what it takes to dare unrelentingly

Give and TakeThe Chief takes less than he is givenAnd gives more than he has taken

When we are playing [games], we are stretching our emotional expressive ranges, loosening up our biochemical flow of information, getting unstuck, and healing our feelings.

Living in a tower, however secure it may feel, is hardly a social attribute.

I prefer film to TV because of the amount of time film affords you that TV doesn't (though theater is probably my favorite and the scariest place of all).

And if you feel that everyone has rejected you and your ideas let me tell you this, you are most assuredly in good company.

Sometimes the wheel turns slowly, but it turns.

If you go all the way back to the days just following creation, men lived nine hundred years or more.

All is well with me. The rain doesn't reach me, my room is well heated, what more can one ask for? There's no shortage of work, either.

Fear that comes from personal experience is far more real than fear based on someone else's ordeal.