He used to wonder how such a frail little body could house so much joy, so much goodness. It couldn't. It spilled out of her, came pouring out her eyes.

Nothing good came free. Even love. You paid for all things. And if you were poor, suffering was your currency.

i want to give up my bearings, slip out of who i am, shed everything, the way a snake discards old skin.

you say you have no courage, but i see it in you. what you did, the burden you agreed to shoulder, took courage. for that, i honor you.

James Parkinson. George Huntington. Robert Graves. John Down. Now this Lou Gehrig fellow of mine. How did men come to monopolize disease names too?

Soon, he would become an adult. And when he did, there would be not going back because adulthood was akin to what his father had once said about being a war hero: one you became one, you died one.

these random unkind moment that catch you wen you least expect them.

He scarcely knew who was battling whom, who was winning, who was losing, as though he hoped that by doggedly ignoring the war it would return the favor

In my experience, men who understand women seem to rarely want to have anything to do with them.

I would have told them that he lived a life lacking in purpose or direction. Like those aimless rides I took him on. A life lived from the backseat, observed as it blurred by. An indifferent life.

A spectacularly foolish and baseless faith, against enormous odds, that a world you do not control will not take from you the one thing you cannot bare to lose.

Great stories strengthen us to be great souls.

Passion lingers on a state of blissLove loves you more when you kiss

A director makes only one movie in his life. Then he breaks it up and makes it again.

The Harlem of my books was never meant to be real; I never called it real; I just wanted to take it away from the white man if only in my books.

The day is not purer than the depths of my heart.

How very near us stand the two vast gulfs of time, the past and the future, in which all things disappear.

Our words have power. They impact others, but they also impact us.

One film critic back in the early days said "It's a pity Mr. Harryhausen didn't animated the actors, too."

It isn't that the lies are too beautiful to resist. It's that the truth is too hideous to face.

If you have a very good concept of your character, you can snap into it.