She looked herself in the eyes and saw that there was nothing left. No sense. It must have gone through that hole in her chest along with everything else.

I’m not mean to everybody. I’m only mean to people whose intellectual level is awfully lower than mine.

If he just had the decency to die silently yesterday, not squeal like a girl, I’d be free right now. Probably even doing some real job, ” she sneered.

He had a semicircle tattoo with an indecent word on the back of his head, suggesting all people around him to leave him alone – in a much more impolite manner.

Everything had changed, and maybe she couldn’t keep up with it, but she still was good at making people regret they had ever crossed her way.

Because otherwise you would have to let them in, let them change your life, and it’s scary and unpredictable and unsafe – at least, that’s what we all think.

She had every right to be harsh, mean, and independent. Every damn right. And yet he had a feeling that she needed care more than anyone else in the world.

The others could believe that she was that way because she lost her parents so early, but Peter knew better. She was strong, confident, and never broken.

He watched her curiously from below, feeling as someone might feel watching a butterfly sit nearby, afraid to scare it off with a sound of voice or an abrupt movement.

Find a part of yourself hidden in the twilight.

Be the light in every dark corner.

I have a problem with censorship by the lawyer - by legal people by the publishing firm, and I may be changing publishers. They don't seem to want to take too many risks with living people.

The emancipation of woman will only be possible when woman can take part in production on a large, social scale, and domestic work no longer claims anything but an insignificant amount of her time.

Colors must fit together as pieces in a puzzle or cogs in a wheel.

Kennedy was a man who liked writers and even I got invited to the White House

Who couldn't believe there's a God?

When we genuinely believe that inner transformation is God's work and not ours, we can put to rest our passion to set others straight.

Poverty snatches the reins out of the hand of piety.

This job's a pain-it's so mundane It sure don't stimulate my brain.