How did the war creep up? How did it gather itself together? What was it made from? What secrets, lies, betrayals? What loves and hatreds? What sums of money, what metals?

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.

DUMBLEDORE: No. I was protecting you. I did not want to hurt you .

If I want to build wealth to transfer to the next generation, I can let it grow on a tax-free basis.

For me, the toughest thing for kids to deal with is when the parents are fighting. It's not violence on them - it's the feeling of violence in the family.

A guy calls me a genius, and I'm going to renounce? I'm not going to renounce him.

The splendid discontent of God With chaos made the world. And from the discontent of man The worlds best progress springs.

I don't like to attach myself to material things.

Offer Christ your heart in meditation and personal prayer which is the foundation of the spiritual life.

Accounting is the language of business.