Poets never die, I thought. They just fail in the end.

But hope is no less realistic than despair. It is still our choice whether to live in light or lie down in darkness.

She hated him and loved him, longed for him and loathed him, and cursed herself for feeling anything at all

We have just discovered our dear colleague butchered in a hotel room, and you wish to discuss literature?

Beside me the monstrumologist murmured, "I believe I am in hell, therefore I am there.

Ah. And then you kill him.""No, " Arkwright replied patiently. "We are British. We avoid murder if we can help it.{...}

By the time she awoke she couldn’t even remember if she had a dream or a nightmare. There had only been a deathlike peace.

The single life is bearable to me only through my work in science, but for the long term, it would be very bad if I had to make do without a very young person next to me.

For ebbing resolution ne'er returns, But falls still further from its former shore.

Terrorists cannot threaten the survival of a great nation.

I never did cross training or lifted weights or put anything between myself and my passion for running.

Yet simple souls, their faith it knows no stint: Things least to be believed are most preferred. All counterfeits, as from truth's sacred mint, Are readily believed if once put down in print

There are no shortcuts. NONE.

Im not a person who wants to die with my shoes on. I do not think I can be immortal. Maybe my deeds will be immortal. Not me.

How long do you want to wait until you start enjoying life? When you're sixty-five you get social security.

A Christian brings peace to others. Not only peace, but also love, kindness, faithfulness and joy.