The human world is made of stories, not people. The people the stories use to tell themselves are not to be blamed

Travel far enough, you meet yourself.

Truth is singular. Its 'versions' are mistruths.

...now I'm a spent firework; but at least I've been a firework.

If swans weren't real myths'd make up.

Books don't offer real escape, but they can stop a mind scratching itself raw.

I believe death is only a door. One closes, and another opens. If I were to imagine heaven, I would imagine a door opening. And he would be waiting for me there.

Our lives are not our own. We are bound to others, past and present, and by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future.

A half-read book is a half-finished love affair.

You say you're 'depressed' - all i see is resilience. You are allowed to feel messed up and inside out. It doesn't mean you're defective - it just means you're human.

I believe there is another world waiting for us. A better world. And I'll be waiting for you there.

Every second you think meaningless, makes your minutes less productive and take you hours behind

Sometime we get so tired that we wish to get defeated, and want to feel the pleasure of that failure.

I saw for the first time that I could stop giving people the power to make me feel disrespected. In my anger I began to see the absurdity of allowing this boy to shame me.

There is no better way to improve yourself than an exchange of ideaswith peers.

Blacks have a special history, since they were enslaved and were here as early as the first Americans. I hate to sound like a liberal but these are facts. That makes blacks a special group.

My first and biggest love was always fiction writing. But it is a very lonely pastime.

organizations like the church or General Motors promote a man up and up until he reaches a spot which he is obviously incapable of filling, and there they lay him to rest.

Patience and perseverance at lengthAccomplish more than anger or brute strength.

What is the gospel according to Jesus? Simply this: that the love we all long for in our innermost heart is already present, beyond longing.

Sometimes I write with music on, and if I'm in a good flow, I don't even hear it.