It is always difficult, even with the best will in the world, to look back a long way and see anything resembling the truth.

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.

One life, One story. Make it a fairytale.

Indeed, this crisis was also spurred by the abandonment of professional ideals in the pursuit of profit that made managed care necessary in the first place.

Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?

I have no problem being with people of different nationalities.

A lady is as young as the gentleman she feels," said Roy and cackled happily.

I never got into coffee.

Do not be afraid. Open wide the doors to Christ.

We must do away with the absolutely specious notion that everybody has to earn a living.

I have no technical training and am completely uneducated in music.