Indeed — why should I not admit it? — in that moment, my heart was breaking.

The evening's the best part of the day. You've done your day's work. Now you can put your feet up and enjoy it.

There was another life that I might have had, but I am having this one.

Memories, even your most precious ones, fade surprisingly quickly. But I don’t go along with that. The memories I value most, I don’t ever see them fading.

Many of our deepest motives come, not from an adult logic of how things work in the world, but out of something that is frozen from childhood.

She always wanted to believe in things.

Love isn't about when you first meet. It's about the many, many years you spend together, when you're trying to keep that flame burning.

Our family arrived in England in 1960. At that time I thought the war was ancient history. But if I think of 15 years ago from now, thats 1990, and that seems like yesterday to me.

Memory, I realize, can be an unreliable thing; often it is heavily coloured by the circumstances in which one remembers.

As a writer, I'm more interested in what people tell themselves happened rather than what actually happened.

If you are under the impression you have already perfected yourself, you will never rise to the heights you are no doubt capable of.

I can only assume, " said Jace, "that mortal emotions amuse you because you have none of your own.

The beauty of obedience is that what God expects you to do, He also enables you to do.

I spend most of my time in a room alone where eight hours go by, and I have no sense of time. I work seven days a week, and I live in this sort of vague subconscious fog a lot.

Relationships are the agents of change and the most powerful therapy is human love.

The medium is secondary to the stories.

You have to work ceaselessly on your end to digest and imbibe your opportunities or, I have come to believe, they will gradually slip away and knock on someone else's more receptive door.

If you looked at my iPod, you would get a trip out of all the different music, from the real heavy metal to bluegrass to classical.

In early times, before the floods swept across the world, there was life, albeit odd, as one can see from the fossils of mammoth bones, and there was the regime of Prince Metternich.

When we run ahead of God, we run into trouble.

Human society needs essntially fellow-feeling and unity. When these two are present, humanness will flourish.