The man who believes that honesty is the best policy is not an honest man.

You're the right colour for the Angel of Death, Mister Cale. But a little short.' 'I could cut your head off and stand on it. Then I'd be taller.

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen and waste its sweetness on the desert air.

It is not against reason, said the Englishman, to prefer the destruction of the world to a scratch on your finger – how much easier to understand the same price for the gash in your soul.

...the older I get, the more I believe that if love is to be judged by most of its visible effects, it looks more like hatred than friendship.

Self-pity, while it should be accorded due respect, is the greatest of all acids to the human soul.

We are all cynics now, I suppose, and even a mewling infant knows that to save a life is to make an eternal enemy.

Feeling sorry for yourself is a universal solvent of salvation.

Hypocrites, ’ replied Cale, ‘I’ve come across a lot of them recently. I mean by that I understand now how many of them there are.

Better a live dog than a dead lion.

Where have you come from boy?'He looked at her again.'From hell, to take you away in the night and eat you.

People aren't either wicked or noble. They're like chef's salads, with good things and bad things chopped and mixed together in a vinaigrette of confusion and conflict.

I was always holding onto people, and they were always leaving.

Truth, by all means is the ultimate reward for all the sufferings of the human mind that often compel even the strongest of characters to get down on his or her knees.

Every child of Heavenly Father born in the world is given at birth, as a free gift, the Light of Christ.

All magic is 'Here’s a quarter, now it’s gone. You’re a jerk. Now it’s back. You’re an idiot. Show’s over.'

The past is still visible. The buildings haven't changed, the layout of the streets hasn't changed. So memory is very available to me as I walk around.

I still didn't look at him. I was afraid if I did that, I would turn around, run back to him, and hurl myself into his arms.

Parents appreciate the child who agrees; they condemn the child who disagrees.

Death is the only mystery we all solve.

For what is faith unless it is to believe what you do not see?