Initially they waited with hope, but as each hour passed, hope slipped away like the wind, the wind that as a small boy Ethan had once tried to capture with his tiny fingers.

She chose the attractive room, not noticing the cloven hoof exposed beneath the ornate curtains. That decision has surely haunted her every day since, finally catching up to her.

The world to him no longer seemed a math equation but rather a complex piece of art, a masterpiece of things not easily understood.

That scream left her mouth and entered my head, where it's been ever since, sometimes waking me up at night.

I've left behind so many unfinished quilts in my life, beautiful pieces of dreams and intentions never fully assembled.

You can lock a lion up in a room, if you want to, but you'll still hear it growling and clawing to get out.

But forever was a useless term, relevant only for the dead.

Miss Green can call a turd a rose if she wants, but that don't mean people's going to be lining up to smell it.

People create all kind of fancy watches and clocks, never stopping to realize they're building monuments to the greatest of all thieves.

Christmas is a time when kids tell Santa what they want and adults pay for it. Deficits are when adults tell the government what they want - and their kids pay for it.

Human beings are human beings. They say what they want, don't they? They used to say it across the fence while they were hanging wash. Now they just say it on the Internet.

We should welcome applause whenever it comes.

Consequently, the sensuous aspect of art is related only to the two theoretical sensesof sight and hearing, while smell, taste, and touch remain excluded.

I tend to enjoy proving people wrong.

It is in meeting the great tests that mankind can most successfully rise to great heights. Out of danger and restless insecurity comes the force that pushes mankind to newer and loftier conquests.

guess they forgot to program us with any respect for authority." "well, I have a highly developed sense of irony.

Many are the fools who say that Jesus stood in His own path and opposed Himself; that He knew not His own mind, and in the absence of that knowledge confounded Himself.

In the words of Agatha Swanburne, founder of Swanburne Academy, 'Every book is judged by its cover until it is read.'

Kids aren't supposed to have to figure out how to be happy. They just are.