Something to remember, that: cats for missiles.

Each day I live in a glass room unless I break it with the thrusting of my senses and pass through the splintered walls to the great landscape.

To live at all is miracle enough.

There are times when the air that floats between mortals becomes, in its stillness and silence, as cruel as the edge of a scythe.

There is a brotherhood among the kindly- Closer and defter and more integral- Than any of aisle or coven- For love rang out before the chapel bell

Yet not with all of me am I in love. Too much of my own quietness is with me.

Oh how I hate people!

For death is life. It is only living that is lifeless.

Life is too fleet for onomatopoeia.

Lingering is so very lonely when one lingers all alone.

[Peake's books] are actual additions to life; they give, like certain rare dreams, sensations we never had before, and enlarge our conception of the range of possible experience.

I don't like bullshit and pretense.I can't enjoy the joy at church...without some cash in my wallet.

Do you know something? I've got this funny feeling fate arranged for you to enter my life for the express purpose of tormenting me.

I work consistently hard and smart because I understand that I can only flourish by contributing positively to the universe through my daily decisions and actions.

Kate! Get some ice on that ankle or it's going to swell to the size of Luke's head. Then neither of you will be able to get through the front door.

It is not love of self but hatred of self which is at the root of the troubles that afflict our world.

They were very considerate, I must say. Every time I felt I was about to slip out of these fingers and would yell for help, they'd let me down and re-organize things.

There's no point in success if you don't let it go to your head. That's what it's for.

I think the inconveniences of a segregated education are much greater than the inconveniences of busing students so that they can get an integrated quality education.

I am a sucker for those old traditional places, and Rome is as good as it gets, particularly when you throw in Italian food.

As long as we insist on relating to it strictly on our own terms-as strange to us or subject to us-the wilderness is alien, threatening, fearful.