Things can turn out differently Apollo. That's the nice thing about being human. We only have one life, but we can choose what kind of story it's going to be.

Nothing is more tragic than loving someone to the depths of your soul and knowing they cannot and will not ever love you back.

Your art…” I gaped at the field of white. “There was a lovely portrait of me—right there.”I get offended whenever art is damaged, especially if that art features me.

The journey is greater than the destination.

They live in human memory, man. That's what keeps them alive.

We only have one life, but we can choose what kind of story it's going to be.

That's the nice thing about being human. We only have one life, but we can choose what kind of story it's going to be.

Things can turn out differently, Apollo. That's the nice thing about being human. We only have one life, but we can choose what kind of story it's going to be.

A father should do more - a father should give more to his children than he takes.

Then the glow grew brighter: a holographic golden sickle with a few sheaves of wheat, rotating just above Meg McCaffrey.A boy in the crowd gasped. "She's a communist!

Excercise is nothing more than a depressing reminder that one is not a god.

God will fulfill your wishes.

The myriad choices of his fateSet themselves out upon a plateFor him to chooseWhat had he to lose

Being REAL means showing people who you are underneath all the TV make up too.

It's possible to be satisfied with a day's work or a cake, but a life... what is a life but a history of events badly remembered?

The hard part is how to plan a picture so as to give to others what has happened to you. To render in paint an experience, to suggest the sense of light and color, of air and space.

So was I once myself a swinger of birches. And so I dream of going back to be.

The natural impulse of men is to follow and whoever has the strongest sense of purpose will always dominate.

You have to have a somewhat cold heart to be a writer.

I know so many people who are eaten up by regret. It manifests itself in so many ways. They either become mentally a bit off, or they get very fat, or they are just horribly depressed.

When the idle poor, Become the idle rich, You'll never know, Just who is who, Or who is which.