I find a certain comfort, " confesses Marinus, "in humanity's helplessness.

So little is actually worthy of belief or disbelief. Better to strive to coexist than seek to disapprove . . .

One's ribs shouldn't be prison bars.

We have just enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love.

How gleefully life shreds our well crafted plans.

The truth of a myth, your Honor, is not its words but its patterns.

I wish, he thinks, spoken words could be captured and kept in a locket.

What man ain't the honestest cove in his own eyes?" Grote's round face is a bronze moon in the dark. "'Tain't good intentions what paves the road to hell: it's self-justifyin's.

The human understanding is like a false mirror, which, receiving rays irregularly, distorts and discolors the nature of things by mingling its own nature.

But thought has no eyelids to close or ears to block...

Anna would like you, he thinks, looking into her face. Anna would like you.

Write what disturbs you, what you fear, what you have not been willing to speak about. Be willing to be split open.

He understood well enough how a man with a choice between pride and responsibility will almost always choose pride--if responsibility robs him of his manhood.

It’s impossible to know what sin is if we don’t know what God says.

I think that once you have a fair idea where you want to go, your first move will be to apply yourself in school.

The difference between a hockey mom and a pit bull: At some point, a pit bull does stop whining.

You read a lot of pilots during pilot season, and not all of them really grab you.

Let us build a SAARC satellite which we can dedicate to our neighbourhood, as a gift from India.

Art is seduction, not rape.

Vision without execution is delusion.