People can only be found in what they do.

I write against violence. I write against fascism. I write against one person dominating another.

There are no beginnings, not even to stories. There are only places where you make an entrance into someone else's life and either stay or turn and go away.

I still maintain that an ordinary human being has the right to be horrified by a mangled body seen on an afternoon walk.

He said that in a way being loved is like being told you never have to die.

Nothing so completely verifies our perception of a thing as our killing of it.

Literature was intended to be dangerous. Art was meant to be dangerous. Ideas were nothing if they were not dangerous.

Time is light, time is dark. You either dance, or you fall.

They waited. The door did not open. The rain did not stop. The darkness made a tent and covered them completely.

Think of any great man or woman. How can you separate them from the years in which they lived? You can't. Their greatness lies in their response to that moment.

I doubt we will ever be forgiven. All I hope is – they'll remember we were human beings

The outcome of one’s life is determined by choice to obey kingdom laws

Do not be alarmed if they look paler than the other maidens of Greece. They are scarcely of this Earth, and seem to be shaking off the sleep of a past life.

I hear the cheers when they roared and the jeers when they echoed.

Rock stars wanting to write is even worse than wanting to act in movies, right?

To make a man happy, fill his hands with work, his heart with affection, his mind with purpose, his memory with useful knowledge, his future with hope, and his stomach with food.

When you feel far from God and far from everything that you wanted to be for Him, realize that you still have your whole future to give Him.

I wish to create trends rather than follow them.

We ask only to be reassured About the noises in the cellar And the window that should not have been open

Reading dreams. That's what started her walking down the road. Every day she'd walk a little further: a mile, and come home. Two miles, and come home. One day she just kept on.

You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.