It exhasperated her, but she knew better than to force the world to her desire.

She was a wicked thing sometimes. All full of want. As if the shape of the world depended on her mood. As if she were important.

But no. There is a difference between the truth and what we wish were true.

She knew the true shape of the world. All else was shadow and the sound of distant drums.

I cannot help but wonder how many of us walk through our lives, day after day, feeling slightly broken and alone, surrounded all the time by others who feel exactly the same way.

Answers were always important, but they were seldom easy.

Some days simply lay on you like stones.

The gesture was so tight with rage she feared she’d snap and crack the world in two.

I love her more than just a little. I think it's because we're both somewhat broken, in our own odd ways. More importantly, we're both aware of it.

But for half a minute she wished it was a different sort of day, even though she knew that nothing good could come from wanting at the world.

Losing Foxen was bad. It would leave her blind and lonely in the dark. Being trapped beneath the pipes and choking out her life was awful too. But neither of those things were wrong.

We are the United States of Amnesia, which is encouraged by a media that has no desire to tell us the truth about anything, serving their corporate masters who have other plans to dominate us.

An empty taxi drew up outside 10 Downing Street and Clement Attlee got out of it.

The most dire disaster in love is the death of imagination.

Of this blest man, let his just praise be given, Heaven was in him, before he was in Heaven.

I'm dead sober. This is just me.

Historians in the future, in my opinion, will congratulate us on very little other than our clowning and our jazz.

Language is a form of organized stutter.

Failure seems to be nature's plan for preparing us for great responsibilities.

You now have the least amount of time you've ever had, to do everything you've ever wanted to do. Enjoy your life. You only get one

They were so clever finding ways to get me the ball. They had to do more than just give up open shots. They had to avoid fouls and pass me the ball in traffic.