I am exceedingly angry for no good reason.

You want to know about anybody? See what books they read, and how they've been read.

But hands are sacred things. Touch is personal, fingers of love, feelers of blind eyes, tongues of those who cannot talk.

I am in limbo, and in limbo there are no races, no prizes, no changes, no chances. There are merely degrees of endurance, and endurance never was my strong point.

There is a time, when passing through a light, that you walk in your own shadow.

It's the possibility that when you're dead you might still go on hurting that bothers me.

I have faced Death. I have been caught in the wild weed tangles of Her hair, seen the gleam of her jade eyes. I will go when it is time - no choice! - but now I want life.

I am not dead yet! I can still call forth a piece of soul and set it down in color, fixed forever.

The smarter you are, the more you know, the less reason you have to trust or love or confide.

Wars of small kingdoms and forgotten lands, what do chessmen dream of in the dark?

The company you keep at death is, of all things, most dependent on chance.

Only the most passionate love could ever induce me to marry.

Oh God, let me not be cured of love, but let my passion grow! Let me love for love's sake!

One thinking man in a crowd worth a thousand men!

Rejection is simply redirection to the greatness awaiting for you.

My first proper kiss was from Cara Shucksmith when I was 13 or 14 at her birthday party.

I never had migraines. Never had migraines.

I find it hard to imagine that future historians will see the Iraq War as a big plus in Bush's ledger, but we have to admit that we simply don't know for sure.

I've got enough nerve to do anything!

'Revolution' . There were two versions of that song but the underground left only picked up on the one that said 'count me out'.

A Locanian having plucked all the feathers off from a nightingale and seeing what a little body it had, "surely," quoth he, "thou art all voice and nothing else.