If you understand or if you don'tIf you believe or if you doubtThere's a universal justiceAnd the eyes of truthAre always watching you

The riders, clad in crimson and black, stopped to scan the maze. Blaise shrank into the hedge, but one keen-eyed hunter spied him. He raised his crossbow, took careful aim and fired.

Don't care what people sayJust follow your own wayDon't give up and use the chanceTo return to innocence.That's not the beginning of the endThat's the return to yourselfThe return to innocence.

In every colour there's the light.In every stone sleeps a crystal.Remember the Shaman, when he used to say:Man is the dream of the dolphin

We loved with every organ but the heart.

There were no mirrors nearby to pose in front of, but I was convinced I was looking pretty awesome.

I wrote so meagerly to you. But what I couldn't write swelled and swelled like an old-fashioned airship and drifted away at last through the night sky.

How can you ever know up, if you have never experienced down in your life.-Denis J

That’s where they found the skeletons. Right where you’re standing.

They inched through dense, heart-stopping darkness. In the distance was what looked like a bright white door cut out of a black wall. Sunni tiptoed towards it, puzzled by its brilliance.

Luckily i went out and just did it, successfully, before i was told that it can't be done!Den-J

All good things are powerful stimulants to life, even a good book written against life.

There's no flesh or blood within this cloak to kill. There's only an idea. Ideas are bulletproof.

Light is a masterpiece, but is of little value if you are blind.

Want wisdom? Laugh at yourself.

The fast fish, not the big fish, eats the small fish.

The great high of winning Wimbledon lasts for about a week. You go down in the record book, but you don't have anything tangible to hold on to. But having a baby -- there isn't any comparison.

The passion, the competitiveness, the swinging for the fences, it adds up.

Every number has a name! Every name has a story! Every story matters to God!

That's the trouble with you sad-city types: a place has to be miserable and dull as ditchwater before you believe it's real.

A damn independent boy; independent as a hog on ice.