Your family's never in your past. You carry it around with you everywhere.

Scars are just another kind of memory.

That's how life goes on - protected by the silence that anesthetizes shame.

It is a luxury to do something that serves no practical purpose: the luxury of civilization.

From when she was a baby, Tom has taught the girl to respect, but not fear, the forces of nature- the lightning that might strike the light tower on Janus, the oceans that batter the island.

To make sense of it - that's the challenge. To bear witness to the death, without being broken by the weight of it.

Oh, but my treasure, it is so much less exhausting. You only have to forgive once. To resent, you have to do it all day, every day.

You have only to forgive once. To resent, you have to doit all day, every day. You have to keep remembering all the bad things" Frank to Hannah Roennfeldt

The only thing we can do is love that little girl as much as she deserves. And never, never hurt her!

What are you suggesting I do Ralph?’‘I’m suggesting you tell the bloody truth whatever it is. The only place lying leads is trouble.’“Sometimes that’s the only place telling the truth get you, too.

Stick to now. Put right the things you can put right today, and let the ones from back then go. Leave the rest to the angels, or the devil or whoever's in charge of it.

It Is What It Is

Don't say anything. Just act cool, " I whispered.Mavkel started to shiver."Like this?" it asked."No, I mean act calm."Mavkel stopped shivering.

Incongruities between self-efficacy and action may stem from misperceptions of task demands, as well as from faulty self-knowledge

Sometimes its odd to interact with someone to whom you purposed.

"It's an old habit of mine, Wal'r," said the Captain, "any time these fifty year. When you see Ned Cuttle bite his nails, Wal'r, then you may know that Ned Cuttle's aground."

Believe that you can whip the enemy, and you have won half the battle.

My workout is my meditation.

I'm not going to apologize for being successful.

Why is it that the hot chicks never can sing?

It is in a small village in the Pyrenees where no one knows me 7that my life will come to a close.... There is not enough time remaining for me to write all the letters I would like to write.