I didn't feel like I was missing anything. Nor did I feel ambitious any more. It all seemed stupid wanting to be better than the others in the same ring, shallow, pointless.

The sound of his sleep, the snores and sighs and small noices, is company.

I've never seen grief like it. Grief like that, it's like an animal. She's not eating. She's not sleeping. She's whimpering. She's sluggish. She's not herself

You cannot penalize a man for one slip. Then she lay wondering about the word slip. When you slip, you fall, but maybe it is not such a sore fall because you have slipped.

I've started to feel very odd within my own life. It's most peculiar to feel lonely inside your own life.

They never tell you about that either. How the hardest thing a mother has to do is give her child up, let them go, watch them run.

How bizarre, i think to myself, to be on a train and to actually not want to arrive anywhere? What kind of madness is that?

What a thing it is to have music that plays your terrible thoughts. I imagined that one piece could drive more delicate women than myself to insanity.

When it rains like that, dark in the afternoon, you feel like you've been taken into the past.

I have discovered in life that there are ways of getting almost anywhere you want to go, if you really want to go.

Beauty and desire to possess have driven men mad for centuries. Add a hundred and twenty billion dollars annually to that equation and you have serious trouble.

I have a beautiful collection of knifes but not mine.these are deposit belongs to those who forgot in my back

When you've got the ball 65-70% of the time, it's a football death for the other team...It's death by football.

Jesus!" Luke exclaimed. "Actually, it's just me," said Simon. "Although I've been told the resemblance is startling.

When love is gone, there's always justice. And when justice is gone, there's always force. And when force is gone, there's always Mom. Hi, Mom!

Dreams don't have deadlines.

Oscar Wilde said that the gods punish us in two ways: first, they don't give us what we want, then, they do. He forgot the third way: we finally see the cost of getting it.

I started to try to be a colorist, although secretly thinking of myself as somewhat of a black and whiteist.

Tris," said tobias. "I love you