I will not say I am sorry, but I can tell you that I grieve.

There are no wrong turnings. Only paths we had not known we were meant to walk.

She was owner and captive, both, of a bitterly divided heart.

We salvage what we can, what truly matters to us, even at the gates of despair.

The deeds of men, as footprints in the desert. Nothing under the circling moons is fated to last. Even the sun goes down.

One didn't stop to talk with creatures from one's nightmares.

After a while, you start to realize that you should write a book you would want to read. I try to write a book I would enjoy.

You'd never killed anyone. Then you had.

What man would dare believe that all he planned might come to pass?

Ice is for death and endings.

By things so achingly small are lives measured and marred.

The U.S. Constitution doesn't guarantee happiness, only the pursuit of it. Your have to catch up with it yourself.

As accurate as a blind man pissing during an earthquake.”“Wow..., ” I breathed.She frowned

Together, we must renew our continued commitment to serve and pledge to bring a positive change to our communities.

So, have you heard about the oyster who went to a disco and pulled a mussel?

I definitely think about death. And every day your relationship with death changes. And every day I sort of feel like I know it more. I've always thought about it.

I don't want to keep crawling when i have the ability to fly.

The farewell between Hitler and Mussolini at the station was very affectionate. Both men were moved.

That endless book, the newspaper, is our national glory.

Creatures with no dreams of their own can do naught but destroy the dreams of others.

When a human being becomes a set of data on a website like Facebook, he or she is reduced. Everything shrinks. Individual character. Friendships. Language. Sensibility.