We are not the people who made this world, Lukas, but it's up to us to survive it. You need to understand that." "We can't control where we are right now," he mumbled, "just what we do going forward.

Killing a man should be harder than waving a length of pipe in their direction. It should take long enough for one's conscience to get in the way.

Even in the darkness, his smile threw shadows.

It was the hubris of each generation to think this anew, to think that their time was special, that all things would come to an end with them.

Fiction challenges us and works its miracles by placing us in the skin of another human being and teaching us empathy.

Sometimes a thing needed opening before closure was found.

It’s easy to forgo distractions and to not accumulate things when you have a larger goal on the horizon.

I'd rather excite the imagination of a legion of readers and make pennies from each of them than hold off for a larger chunk of change from only a handful of fans.

Heroes didn't win. The heroes were whoever happened to win. History told their story -- the dead didn't say a word. All of it was bullshit.

"What we control," Juliette said, "is our actions once fate puts us there."

My life is too tight, he wanted to say. My skin is too tight. The walls are too tight.

Knowledge without wisdom is like a beautiful lady without morals

Who is't that to woman's beauty would submit, And yet refuse the fetters of their wit?

You don't realize how useful a therapist is until you see yourself on e and discover you have more problems than you ever dreamed of.

I am being stalked across the Web. And why is this happening? Pretty simple: It's huge business.

Afghanistan will be a brother of Pakistan. Afghanistan will never betray a brother

You can call it love, or you can call it freefall. They're pretty much the same thing.

I try and take everyone's ideals, common morals, flip them around, make people look at them differently, question them, so that you're not always taking things for granted.

The feelings trembled and flapped in his chest like a bird newly put in a cage.

Dull November brings the blast, Then the leaves are whirling fast.

When I go in and vote, I vote for the person I think will get the job done.I don't vote right-left.