Writers are damned liars. Every single one of them.

Because beautiful things never last. Not roses nor snow… And not fireworks, either

Meet me where the sky touches the sea. Wait for me where the world begins.

Why is it that weeks and months and years go by so quickly, all in a blur, but moments last forever?

I know it is a bad thing to break a promise, but I think now that it is a worse thing to let a promise break you.

Yeah. Sure. My brother's dead. My mother's insame. Hey, let's have a crepe.

Most of the mess that is called history comes about because kings and presidents cannot be satisfied with a nice chicken and a good loaf of bread.

For mad I may be, but I will never be convenient.

History is a Rorschach test, people. What you see when you look at it tells you as much about yourself as it does about the past.

Together in our house, in the firelight, we are the world made small.

We're not punished for our sins, lad. We're punished by them.

In life we sit at the table and refuse to eat, and in death we are eternally hungry.

Theories look great on paper until reality scribbles all over the page.

And that is the last lesson of childhood: You spend all your years fighting against the injustice of big folk and their big rules until you are ready to rule yourself.

When all things go bad, do not think so badly about all things, instead think about the things that made all things bad and change something!

You can delegate many things, but prayer is not one of them.

The negative is comparable to the composer's score and the print to its performance. Each performance differs in subtle ways.

Children need the wisdom of their elders; the aging need the encouragement of a child's exuberance.

You look at 1968 and it was truly the year that shook the world. The world was really completely upside down.

Good is the enemy of great.

That girl has a special talent