I'm always writing - its what I like to do. But when I'm not writing, I'm reading.

The strong survive, but the courageous triumph.

A boy and a girl, dressed in the T-shirts and denim that are the shabby uniform of this age.

They ex­pect­ed to lose. And there­fore, they lost. [..] Peo­ple who start think­ing deep dark thoughts in the mid­dle of a war start ex­pect­ing to lose.

Master the rules of the game until you can play it better they can.

Some stories wait their turn to be told, others just tap you on the shoulder and insist you tell them.

A warrior with a cause is the most dangerous soldier of all

You might argue that the history of contemporary art is a series of avant-garde movements, each new wave outraging the last.

The problem with contemporary art is that no one bothers to do the research necessary to give people what they want.

At the heart of every legend there is a grain of truth.

He who retreats lives longer.

For writers it is always said that the first twenty years of life contain the whole of experience – the rest is observation

A God who punishes disobedience will teach us to obey and endure when it would be holy to protest and righteous to refuse to cooperate.

Music is truly the universal language, and when it is excellently expressed how deeply it moves our souls

There is many a man without learning will get the better of a college-bred man, and will have better words, too.

I have before me God's Word which cannot fail, nor can the gates of hell prevail against it; thereby will I remain, though the whole world be against me.

Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion between supposed lovers

I was quite an insomniac. I rarely slept as a child. Having God to talk to at night was nice.

Whether it's simply some fierce animal joining of mates or a sublime merging of souls, she is mine, and I am hers.

Though energy and inspiration diminish, experience grows - the theme of parents and kids, for instance.

The organs are the horses, the mind is the rein, the intellect is the charioteer, the soul is the rider, and the body is the chariot.