I was a vacant room. Inside, the music produces only a dry, hollow echo.

Memories and thoughts age, just as people do. But certain thoughts can never age, and certain memories can never fade.

The better you were able to imagine what you wanted to imagine, the farther you could flee from reality.

A person’s destiny is something you look back at afterwards, not something to be known in advance.

We were young, and we had no need for prophecies. Just living was itself an act of prophecy.

Spending plenty of time on something can be the most sophisticated form of revenge.

The passage of time will usually extract the venom of most things and render them harmless

Living like an empty shell is not really living, no matter how many years it may go on. The heart and flesh of an empty shell give birth to nothing more than the life of an empty shell.

When you are used to the kind of life -of never getting anything you want- you stop knowing what it is you want.

I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. But it was not until much later that I was able to get any real sleep. In a place far away from anyone or anywhere, I drifted off for a moment.

Snow floated down every once in a while, but it was frail snow, like a memory fading into the distance.

If we want to raise children who will remain faithful to Christ and His Church, they need to see fathers on their knees in prayer.

Fire tries gold misery tries brave men.

I consider not what Parmenio should receive, but what Alexander should give.

I really enjoy the lattitude I have with being a private citizen. I can get a lot done. I am good with that.

You can practice to learn a technique, but I'm more interested in conceiving of something in the moment.

Men o' war were to be a part of the fabric of my life for the next half-century.

The higher one climbs, the lonelier one is.

0 summer friendship, whose flat-tering leaves shadowed us in our prosperity, With the least gust, drop off in the autumn of adversity.

where are the gods the gods hate us the gods have run away the gods have hidden in holes the gods are dead of the plague they rot and stink too there never were any gods there’s only death

I love living in California and being able to go to the beach or go to the woods.