What was a prisoner of war anyway? Less than a man, just material to be used to make the railway, like the teak sleepers and steel rails and dog spikes.

A good book ... leaves you wanting to reread the book. A great book compels you to reread your own soul.

As they made their way to the coast, he bemoaned the hotel trade in the manner, Dorrigo felt, that those who love what they do bemoan their passion the most.

In trying to escape the fatality of memory, he discovered with an immense sadness that pursuing the past inevitably only leads to greater loss.

The more people I am with, Dorrigo thought, the more alone I feel.

Virtue was vanity dressed up and waiting for applause.

Someday, Ry, you are going to realize who Darren really is. He’s a prince, and he’s only going to break your heart.

Jack Woodson is currently living and working in Dallas, TX. He has forty children, and all of them have different mothers.

You light the Spark in my Bonfire Heart.

I think by eighth grade I knew I wanted to be an actor. I'd done church plays and stuff, but my first actual acting class was in eighth grade. I was obsessed with it.

Reality and unreality have no clear distinction in our present circumstances.

I always said all my life, if I wasn't born and they gave me the question, I'd say, I don't want to be born.

I have been a voracious reader for years.

I was a good pupil at primary school: in the second class I was writing with no spelling mistakes, and the third and fourth classes were done in a single year.

You do not lament the loss of hair of one who has been beheaded.

I'm not gonna die in 4/4 time.