I became as hard as whipcord, but with a brain like cottonwool.

Anyone who conceives of writing as an agreeable stroll towards a middle-class life-style will never write anything but crap.

She doesn’t think she’s worthy to live. But she doesn’t realize, she is life.

You Englishmen, ’ said Herr Wurter. ‘You are all the same. Wherever you are you behave as if you were at home and your word was law.

It's wearying, like Caliban buttonholing you in hell and telling you the struggle he's having getting along with himself.

Silently I dance a dance of chaos to the rhythm of a dying sun

God dislikes evil, and no happiness can be built on hate. Love one another as brothers.

The cloud of doubt that surrounds political figures tends to remain and never dissipate or be clarified.

Dreams are practical reflections of feelings and concerns that were present in your mind at the time you had the dream. You are smart and practical. So are your dreams.

The black line is carbon emissions to date. The red line is the status quo - a projection of where emissions will go if no new substantial policy is passed to restrain greenhouse gas emissions.

I've been through a lot of struggles, even though I'm young.

Before you can have great employees you have to put them in a position to create their own future.

I'm most interested in that moment when my entire perspective changes, and I have to reconsider everything.

War is an ill thing, as I surely know. But 'twould be an ill world for weaponless dreamers if evil men were not now and then slain.

Take a microphone out of my hands, and I'm just plain folks.