What could he be thinking of? He seemed to be trying to remember something, perhaps an engagement, perhaps an excuse to leave her. For eventually, they all made some excuse.

And the bell jangled, the driver started. The bus whirled off, to the last stop, the lonely room, the lonely night.

I have survived. I am here. Confused, screwed up, but here. So, how can I find my way? Is there a chain saw of the soul, an ax I can take to my memories or fears?

If she wasn't your grandmother I'd shoot her."Ranger

You have been chosen, and you must therefore use such strength and heart and wits as you have.

Pollution is nothing but resources we're not harvesting.

I know many sports fans that don't enjoy soccer. The argument is that there's no action, not enough of it.

I am a writer, which means I write stories, I write novels, and I would write poetry if I knew how to. I don't want to limit myself.

Your talent sets you apart: if you were a toad or a tarantula, even then, people would respect you, for to talent all things are forgiven.

Fear, true fear, is a savage frenzy. Of all the insanities of which we are capable, it is surely the cruelest. There is naught to equal its drive, and naught can survive its thrust.

Everything corporations earn ultimately goes to people.

Courage cannot be counterfeited. It is one virtue that escapes hypocrisy.