In this game against fate, I am losing. Miserably.

The limbo of life is like a song, a melody that comes around occasionally but that sticks in your head and never goes away.

Time is self absorbed, takes what it wants and doesn't return the favor. It is greedy, its pockets full of the lives of those left behind. It is a magician and a thief.

Trapped, cutting herself against the jagged edges of her emotions, she was a prisoner of her own spirit.

Do not try to understand. What I feel for you cannot be limited to words. I know that you have moved on with your life, yet I stand here, frozen in the midst of your spirit.

There was not an inch of solid ground anywhere in the world for me to call my own. I didn't belong anywhere. Had I disappeared, no one would have noticed.

I don't know where I am- somewhere between heaven and hell, a place of utter terror and endless confusion.

Every man seeks the life he thinks he deserves.

I refuse to stay a prisoner to my body. I am going to free myself.

A machine! I have become a machine! It has taken over my life. How ironic! In a world of freedom and independence, my entire life now depends on a machine!

If you start by hating one or two people, you won't be able to stop. Pretty soon you'll hate a hundred people.

Only serfs or ex-serfs find it necessary to draw up a statement of their 'rights'.

I obviously have a lot of love and affection for the people of Hamilton from playing there for so long.

People look at you differently if you wear a bow tie, as opposed to a necktie.

Its important to follow your dreams whatever that may be.

Humanity is undergoing, in the post-Cold War era, an economic and social crisis of unprecedented scale leading to the rapid impoverishment of large sectors of the world population.

I don't really think of things in terms of legacy or where I stand in the history of Nintendo or anything like that.

How can a bishop marry? How can he flirt? The most he can say is "I will see you in the vestry after service."

Experience teaches. [Lat., Experientia docet.]

If we are but sure the end is right, we are too apt to gallop over all bounds to compass it; not considering the lawful ends may be very unlawfully attained.