Who was to know what went on in a person's heart? A wise woman kept her own counsel.

There was always a way, when one knew what one wanted.

She did not care about anything very much. Hope was gone. She existed that was all.

She had discovered that her love of knowing was not unnatural or sinful but the direct consequence of a God-given ability to reason.

This was the price for the the strange life she had chosen, but she had gone into it with eyes open, and there was no profit in regret.

Why, she wondered, do we always reserve our worst hatred for our own?

It was a child's awareness, never spoken or even fully acknowledged, but deeply felt.

I worry there is something broken in our generation, there are too many sad eyes on happy faces.

It was one thing to use computers as a tool, quite another to let them do your thinking for you.

New York is the Hollywood of the publishing industry, complete with stars, starlets, suicidal publishers/producers, intrigues, and a lot of money.

Masculine ideals have become very confused in the modern world.

If you don't win and the terrorists win, Syria wouldn't exist anymore.

You're looking for counselors, there are 66 in the Bible.

Don’t make it a challenge. You know how much I like those.

I love the science-fiction genre because there's always so many endless possibilities! It's a limitless genre and can be fun playing around with otherworldly ideas.

We know next year was suppose to be our year, but we didn't feel like waiting when we think we can win now.

The overall message is 'one love,' which means love begins with oneself. If you can't love yourself, you can't love anyone around you.