We haven't remained idle, twiddling our thumbs while you were off having a good time. Through books Cathy and I have lived a zillion lives . . . our vicarious way to feel alive.

Love doesn't always come when you want it to. Sometimes it just happens, despite your will.

People make the rules of society, not God.

I don't think she's ever coming back.

I wish the night would end, I wish the day'd begin, I wish it would rain or snow, or the wind would blow, or the grass would grow, I wish I had yesterday, I wish there were games to play...

Grief, no matter how you try to cater to its wail, has a way of fading away.

Fool! Never wait on a man! Let him wait on himself!

Go on, glare your eyes at me, and cry and plead, and talk tome about money and what it can buy. But it can't buy back a child once he's dead!

Look at you, standing there in your iron- gray dress, feeling piousand self- righteous while you starve small children!

Then turn your eyes back on me, and tell me that Cathy and I are still children to be treated with condescension, and are incapable of understanding adult subjects.

And why is it all men thinkeverything a woman writes is trivial or trashy-or just plain sillydrivel? Don't men have romantic notions? Don't men dream of findingthe perfect love?

Isn't it strange how the most lethal cynics are often the most optimistic creative dreamers?

At times there is nothing so unnatural as nature.

Where we are is vital to who we are.

You can be maybe rented but never bought.

Not enough is a spiritual state, not an economic one.

Libya has had to put up with too much from the Arabs for whom it has poured forth both blood and money.

Out of one hundred thousand sinners who continue in sin until death, scarcely one will be saved.

When we are working at a difficult task and strive after a good thing, we are fighting a righteous battle, the direct reward of which is that we are kept from much evil.

The wise man once said invest young

It seemed that out of battle I escaped Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped Through granites which titanic wars had groined.