I feel strong. Not strong enough to face myself, but strong enough to keep going.

Sometimes skulls are thick. Sometimes hearts are vacant. Sometimes words don't work.

When I started writing 'A Million Little Pieces,' I felt like it was the right story with the style I had been looking for, and I just kept going.

The wounds that never heal can only be mourned alone.

And loss of control is always the source of fear. It is also, however, always the source of change.

Be strong. Live honorably and with dignity. When you don't think you can, hold on.

Let things be, let yourself be, let everything be and accept it as it is. Nothing more. Nothing less.

And as ridiculous as it may sound, sometimes all any of us needs in life is for someone to hold our hand and walk next to us.

When something is staring you in the face in your life and you see it with your own two eyes and feel it within your heart only a fool doesn't believe it to be true.

The afternoon and the early evening slide by in a lidded daze where the ability to think in any identifiable way disappears and where every moment seems to be an eternity.

I always wanted to be the outlaw. And that's to a certain extent how I've lived.

Some people believe that if they yell and scream, others will get the point of just how serious they are. For me, all I get is the point of just how out of control that someone is.

The only difference between the Democrats and the Republicans is that the Democrats allow the poor to be corrupt, too.

She wasn't any bigger than a minute and had hair like wild gold, and she was always merry as a marriage bell.

Mr. Bird flung his food away and leaped to his feet, glaring around at no one in particular. 'I am not a dog!' he shouted agrily, his gold earrings flashing in the firelight.

I realized then that the generations may change but the strength of our nation remains solid.

Hills of forest green where the mountains touch the sky, a dream come true, I'll live there til I die.

I didn't want really to be involved in a normal soccer club.

When I finish a book, I'm so exhausted that I'm sort of letting myself think that this could be the end.

The woods seemed all answer and healing and more than enough to live for.

Oasis can't be summed up in one word. I could do a sentence: Boys from council estate made it very, very big.