I think that one thing fiction can offer, and must offer, is a place where someone's mind and their imagination can come to rest for a little while.

A pool of melancholy blooms in my chest and rushes into my body like deep-blue blood.

It must be that there is something in the hearts of human beings, some natural fluid perhaps, that insists on happiness, even confronted with the most powerful arguments against it.

There is little novelty in the detective who cannot solve himself.

Fiction has this special power. It has a power to clarify, to galvanize, to prophesy, and warn.

In terms of optimism, I am optimistic. I do think that, in the long term, that America will right itself. I have to think so.

History is not the linear sort of movement toward better and better things.

I think that fiction has this special responsibility or this special ability to help people to empathize, to demand of people that they understand other individuals and other people's experiences.

Our political divides have become our personal divides.

One thing that fiction does is it allows us to take big picture questions, big issues, big moral and socio-political changes and see how they play out on real people's lives, with real individuals.

I'm not a slave, man. I just gotta sign out, say where I'm going, what time I'll be back and then I gotta sign back in.

And stay, my dearstay...forever, as my quiet song, in my lilac dawn.

Happiness is learning to cope with stress effectively.

Let me out Aphador.' Penteluck said smoothly.'So you can attempt to run away, I think not.

Thankyou, "Catherine said, the smile still hovering on her lips. "That is kind of you my lord. But i will never dance with you." Which, ofcourse, made it the goal of leo's life.

The truth is, you know, we need our anodynes. You know that word, anodynes? We need that in life some times. A good warm bath can be one for you, or a whatever.

I believe hip hop is being used in some mass way to influence underachievement.

The primary purpose of education is not to teach you to earn your bread, but to make every mouthful sweeter.

So much I feel my genial spirits droop, My hopes all flat, nature within me seems In her functions weary of herself.

Anyone whose goal is 'something higher' must expect someday to suffer vertigo.

I'm long and I'm strong! To challenge me would be so wrong!