Sometimes God dillies and dallies, and sometimes he just points at you and tells you to hang up your jock.
No good friends, no bad friends; only people you want,need to be with. People who build their houses in your heart .
Life is more than love and pleasure,I came to dig for treasure.If you want to play, you gotta pay,You know it's always been that way.We all came digging for treasure.
The monster nevers dies.
Love didn't grow very well in a place where there was only fear .
Once again there was the desert, and that only.
When his life was ruined, his family killed, his farm destroyed, Job knelt down on the ground and yelled up to the heavens, 'Why god? Why me?' and the thundering voice of God answered, 'There's just something about you that pisses me off
In the end, the wind takes everything, doesn't it? And why not? Why other? If the sweetness of our lives did not depart, there would be no sweetness at all.
Words have weight.
They're animals, all right. But why are you so goddam sure that makes us human beings?
This inhuman place makes human monsters.
Things conceived by minds and made by hands can never be quite the same, even if they try their best to be identical, because they're never the same from day to day or even moment to moment.
To the champ, everything is serious business. I'm hoping that he'll live long enough to learn that in this world that is a very dangerous attitude.
If you want to be a writer, you must do two things above all others: read a lot and write a lot.
The reason authors almost always put a dedication on a book is, because their selfishness even horrifies themselves in the end.
It always comes down to just two choices. Get busy living, or get busy dying.
The scariest moment is always just before you start.
They were still all beautiful and there was still enchantment and wonder, but she had crossed a line and now the fairy tale was green with corruption and evil.
People who try hard to do the right thing always seem mad.
In the Land of Memory the time is always .In the Kingdom of Ago, the clocks tick... but their hands never move.There is an Unfound Door(O lost)and memory is the key which opens it.
Might as well try to drink the ocean with a spoon as argue with a lover.
Sometimes dead is better .
Fault always lies in the same place: with him weak enough to lay blame.
Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.
A lot of us grow up and we grow out of the literal interpretation that we get when we're children, but we bear the scars all our life. Whether they're scars of beauty or scars of ugliness, it's pretty much in the eye of the beholder.