There is a haphazard sort of doing good, which is nothing but temperamental pleasure-seeking.

I fought windmills with such heavy weapons that I risked dislocating my arm.

To will the impossible is usually a sin of indolence.

When I got out of prison, I was basically no longer human, ' Miriam says.

She wasn’t thinking about making it rich, she wasn’t that delusional. But at least here was something that could take her away from herself if even for a little while, and she reveled in it.

Laistry....I can't even say that. What would you call them in English?""Canadians.

Pure essence, and pure matter, and the two joined into one were shot forth without flaw, like three bright arrows from a three-string bow.

Our thoughts and our conduct are our own.

It’s a terrible thing to hate your mother. But I didn’t always hate her. When I was a child, I only kind of disliked her.

Because our goals are not lofty but illusory, our problems are not difficult, but nonsensical.

Leo had seen Tia Callida in action; she liked knives, snakes and putting babies in roaring fires. Yeah, definitely let's unleash her rage. Great idea.

The discussion of ideas as opposed to the American narcissistic obsession with what's going on with the self, that's the general thing people are talking about.

I think voice is like a good wine. If you work it well, it will mature.