Ideas are more difficult to kill than people, but they can be killed, in the end.

He had kissed her good night that night, and she had tasted like strawberry daiquiris, and he had never wanted to kiss anyone else again.

As sure as water's wet and days are long and a friend will always disappoint you in the end.

Media. I think I have heard of her. Isn't she the one who killed her children?

Call no man happy, said Shadow, until he is dead

The house smelled musty and damp, and a little sweet, as if it were haunted by the ghosts of long-dead cookies.

I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating.

I could be blindfolded and dropped into the deepest ocean and I would know where to find you. I could be buried a hundred miles underground and I would know where you are.

I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you're alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it.

All your questions can be answered, if that is what you want. But once you learn your answers, you can never unlearn them.

Chicago happened slowly, like a migraine. First they were driving through countryside, then, imperceptibly, the occasional town became a low suburban sprawl, and the sprawl became the city.

Now, being a girl, I was ashamed of my body and my lack of strength. So I tried to be a man. I shot, rode, jumped, and took part in all the fights of the boys.

as the shadows assume shapes I fight the slow retreat now my once-promise dwindling dwindling now lighting new cigarettes pouring more drinks it has been a beautiful fight still is.

My voice is soft, but oh, my heart roars!

With our lives and food chain set up to make us fat - I mean, you can't drive down any highway in America and find a grapefruit - a guy needs to be smarter and more determined to get lean.

The race of children possesses magically sagacious powers.

That’s the thing you never expect about grieving, what a competition it is.

We women in Somalia are trying to be leaders in our community.

The careful insect 'midst his works I view, Now from the flowers exhaust the fragrant dew, With golden treasures load his little thighs, And steer his distant journey through the skies.

Walk through life as a Blessed Person and a Miracle Maker.