Human lives are too short to waste in trivialities.

There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.

I love animals, always have, and it seemed natural to help the ASPCA. Animals have no voice of their own, so we have to be that voice

I am not a morning person.

I always treated writing as a profession, never as a hobby. If you don't believe in yourself, no one else will.

Remember your personal demons should be afraid of you, because you are their home, their food, and as you heal, their executioner.

You'd think a sociopath assassin wouldn't have a fan following but he does

Zebrowski says that if you killed someone else just hide the body, he's not starting over on the paperwork.

Never trust people who smile constantly. They're either selling something or not very bright.

My writing style is very sensual, as in sensory detail

The best lies are always at least partially true.

That which gives detailed analysis of anger-pride-deceit-greed and puts them aside and doesn’t allow any clashes to occur at home, is known as intellect. It makes one do ‘everywhere adjustment’.

We pledge ourselves to liberate all our people from the continuing bondage of poverty, deprivation, suffering, gender and other discrimination.

I live an artistic double life: one of classical realism and the other of aesthetic exploration.

Before, you are wise; after, you are wise. In between you are otherwise.

Though the world disregard the society of God's children now, yet there is a time coming in which they would be glad to have the least company with them.

Blesses his stars and thinks it luxury.

I don’t want to say I’ll be back at the top of my game because everybody’s gonna think I’m crazy and it’s the old player not letting go sort of thing, but that’s what it’s gonna be.

Comedians are the nearest to suicide.

They will kill me but they will not kill my voice, because it will be the voice of all Afghan women. You can cut the flower, but you cannot stop the coming of spring.

Why stand we here trembling around, calling on God for help, and not ourselves, in whom God dwells?