Everybody was sorry. Sorry was easy. Sorry was for suckers.

Rule Number Two, Monsignor. Do not show pity.

She felt like a baton getting passed along in a relay race, completely devoid of any control over her destiny.

Someone tells me I’ve been touched by Jesus, I remember.”“Not Jesus, ” he said in all seriousness. “The hand of God.

Growth is ugly, it's hideous, it's all the things we don't like but my god, once you walk through the fire of confusion you will feel burning passion within your flame.

Dear my brothers there is no more room for wanting to be a thug, BUT there is PLENTY of room for being a father, lawyer, doctor and a teacher. Please take this in consideration!

My spirit is free. My heart is taken.

Ninety percent of writing is about listening.

Why is it, I wonder, that people suffer, when there is so little need, when an effort of will and some hard work would bring them from their misery into peace and contentment.

Since woman's rights have come up a young woman is better able to fight her own battle.

I might have played a little bit more in Europe than I have in Japan.

Christmas is waiting to be born: in you, in me, in all mankind.

Don't do anything. Just tolerate me and let me suffer, knowing how you feel.

Make few resolutions, but keep them strictly