Time, it transpires, is not so good at telling after all.

Forgive me, " I wrote at the bottom. "I did not think I would break.

There is no loss, if you cannot remember what you have lost.

[We] need people who are kind by instinct, not by effort. But that is what we lack in this time. For progress, we have eaten our souls up, and nothing matters anymore.

Is there innocence in ignorance? And if there is, do we tolerate other for their innocence's sake?

To regret your soul is to regret your past.

For a second, my hand touched yours, but that second is gone, and cannot be seen, heard or felt ever again. This second is gone, too, the moment in which I spoke by your side. It is dead. Let it die.

I knew my value because the world seemed to be denying it, and that just made me want to prove it even more.

Let’s not be too harsh where poets are concerned. They have to live in no-man’s-land, halfway between dreams and reality.

One of my biggest pet peeves is that I just don't like it when characters do things that are funny to the writer, but you don't know why they're doing it and it doesn't make any sense.

What makes me angry is when people know what is right but have, over the years, attuned themselves to the fact that what they're doing, stealing money from government, is acceptable.

It does not seem to me that I have the right to foist a story on people, most of whom are children who should be learning all the time, unless I am learning from it too.

This is awful. Do it again.

Education as growth or maturity should be an ever-present process.

Things that Shane doesn't want on his grave: (1.) I thought it wasn't loaded. (2.) Hand me a match so I can check the gas tank. (3.) Killed over Ice Cream

If the lion knew his own strength, hard were it for any man to rule him.

I want nothing for myself; I want everything for the Lord.