Liberty, as it is conceived by current opinion, has nothing inherent about it; it is a sort of gift or trust bestowed on the individual by the state pending good behavior.

We all live in suspense, from day to day, from hour to hour; in other words, we are the hero of our own story.

Modern neurosis began with the discoveries of Copernicus. Science made men feel small by showing him that the earth was not the center of the universe.

Every age has a keyhole to which its eye is pasted.

Understanding is often a prelude to forgiveness, but they are not the same, and we often forgive what we cannot understand (seeing nothing else to do) and understand what we cannot pardon.

Every word she writes is a lie, including "and" and "the."

Bureaucracy, the rule of no one, has become the modern form of despotism.

If someone tells you he is going to make a 'realistic decision', you immediately understand that he has resolved to do something bad.

For self-realization, a rebel demands a strong authority, a worthy opponent, God to his Lucifer.

We are the hero of our own story.

most people did not care to be taught what they did not already know; it made them feel ignorant.

I craved to make my faith as real as possible, which meant being recklessly honest in His presence.

I'm gonna be percy Jackson when I grow up, " she told Hazel solemnly.Hazel Smiled and ruffled her hair. "That's a good thing to be, Julia.""Although, " Frank said. "Frank Zhang would be good too.

I used to hold grudges until I realized that most people are narcissistic and their actions are driven by an unhealthy self-interest and not maliciousness towards me.

I know it was wonderful but I don't know how I did it.

To keep something wild is far more difficult than to preserve it.

I wanted to capture the excitement of house music, almost like a four-four beat, and the best way to do that was to use a language that was rhythmic and performative.

Art thrives on a difference of opinion. My treasure is your junk, sort of thing. Life would be dull if we all agreed.

All the learning in the world cannot replace instinct.

I think living with the absence of someone we love is like living in front of a mountain from which a person - a speck in the distance, on some distance ridge - is perpetually waving.

It was a backwards memory of an event in his future so terrifying that it had generated harmonics of fear all the way along his lifeline.