Gabriel’s green eyes sought Will. “It was demon pox, wasn’t it? You know all about it, don’t you? Aren’t you some sort of expert?”“Well, you needn’t act as if I invented it, ” said Will.

Life is a book and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read.

You endure what is unbearable, and you bear it. That is all.

Men may be stronger, but it is women who endure.

No one can say that death found in me a willing comrade, or that I went easily.

A Mark that spoke of loss was still a Mark, a remembrance. You could not lose something you never had.

I am catastrophically in love with you.

You kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire. He had wondered once why love was always phrased in terms of burning. The conflagration in his own veins, now, gave the answer.

One does no question miracles, or complain that they are no constructed perfectly to one's liking.

And the answer is yes. I have loved you. I always have, and I always will.

If I held a revolver to your head, James, and pulled the trigger, would it really matter if I did not know that there were not bullets in the chambers?

He'd sooner die trying to hold the world on his shoulders than running away. Better always to run toward. And so he did.

Meeting people where they are, talk to people at their wave length. Become a lighthouse! Let people see your shine to become inspired

You're making sense, old man, a sense of your own. You're not crazy the way they think. Yes...I see...

A well-established village in New England or the northern Middle-West could afford a town drunkard a town atheist and a few Democrats.

I always make sure that the lid over the keyboard is open before I start to play.

What the banker sighs for, the meanest clown may have-leisure and a quiet mind.

I still work out most days. When I do it, I go full blast five or six days a week, two to three hours a day. I enjoy it. It's therapeutic for me.

How far must suffering and misery go before we see that even in the day of vast cities and powerful machines, the good earth is our mother and that if we destroy her, we destroy ourselves?

I concentrated hard and snapped my fingers. "You don't see the sword," I told the girl. "It's just a ballpoint pen." She blinked. "Um . . . no. It's a sword, weirdo.

I've been fortunate enough to do pretty well in playoffs. I feel pretty comfortable in them.