The repeated lies become history, but they don't necessarily become the truth.

There's a part of me that thinks perhaps we go on existing in a place even after we've left it.

Literature can remind us that not all life is already written down: there are still so many stories to be told.

People are good or half good or a quarter good, and it changes all the time- but even on the best day nobody's perfect.

We stumble on, thinks Jaslyn, bring a little noise into the silence, find in others the ongoing of ourselves. It is almost enough.

They told me Corrigan smashed all the bones in his chest when he hit the steering wheel. I thought, Well at least in heaven his Spanish chick'll be able to reach in and grab his heart.

I'm only telling you on the truth, " he said. "If you can't stand the truth, don't ask for it.

Rather he consoled himself with the fact that, in the real world, when he looked closely into the darkness he might find the presence of a light, damaged and bruised, but a little light all the same.

That's what I like about God. You get to know Him by His occasional absence.

Pain's nothing. Pains what you give, not what you get.

Nothing was simple, certainly not simplification.

Go Forward and Chase your Dreams. Never let them Go Back!!

My own view on religion is . . . It helped in early days to fix the calendar, and . . . to chronicle eclipses . . . These two services I am prepared to acknowledge.

Nature has no use for the plea that one 'did not know'.

We will develop love, we will practice it, we will make it both a way and a basis.

[Adolf Hitler] hardly ever called [Eva Braun] "Eva." He had many Austrian diminutives for her. He called her "Evi" quite often as well as Schatzerl, Evchen, as well as other Austrian expressions.

I'm useless when I meet writers I love - I go slack-jawed and stupid with awe.

What creates a writer is huge, psychological dysfunction.

Anything you do from the heart enriches you, but sometimes not till years later.

I know my music probably isn't going to matter to the public after I die, but that doesn't mean I don't have something to offer.

Every day was a struggle. Forget making plans for life - we were just trying to make it to next week.