The pain is real. Flowing as a brook beneath my flesh. I am broken, and yet, I still breathe.

Movies without meaningful dialogue play well all over the world. The Apostle is probably the best movie of the year, but it won't do squat in Korea.

School prepares you for the real world... which also bites.

A period recourse into the wilds is not a retreat into secret silent sanctums to escape a wicked world, it is to take breath amid effort to forge a better world.

Wilderness is two things-fact and feeling. It is a fund of knowledge and a spring of influence. It is the ultimate source of health-terrestrial and human.

There are three things: to walk, to see, and to see what you see.

However useful may be the National Parks and Forests of the West for those affording the Pullman fare to reach them, what is needed by the bulk of the American population is something nearer home.

Pixie, kobold, elf, and sprite, All are on their rounds tonight; In the wan moon's silver ray, Thrives their helter-skelter play.

Kissing the frog to get the prince is a waste of a perfectly good frog.

I was dyslexic before anybody knew what dyslexia was. I was called 'slow'. It's an awful feeling to think of yourself as 'slow' - it's horrible.

Beauty doesn't have anything to do with prettiness. Beauty has to do with something else; it gets into an area where words can't go.

[No single] explanation will ever contain the final answer for all time, for all hearers. There is always, ALWAYS more to learn.

Feel the fear and do it anyway.

Planning a murder takes a lot of prep work.

Torment, for some men, is a need, an appetite, and an accomplishment.

Try and stop your thoughts. Be patient and then the kundalini will flow through you and bring about substantial changes in your awareness.

I take pride in taking the hard road and prove to people I earned it.

For both writer and reader, the novel is a lonely, physically inactive affair. Only the imagination races.

Keep your head and your heart going in the right direction, and you will not have to worry about your feet.

Seminaked men!” Jacky trilled. “With swords,” Kat purred. “It is a romance novel!

I don't think anybody who looks carefully at us thinks that we are a left-wing or a right-wing organization.