...whenever a woman describes a man as sweet, the dalliance is doomed.

You can call it innocence, or you can call it gullibility, but Celia made the most common mistake of the good-hearted: she assumed that everyone else was just like her.

In a country that doesn't discriminate between fame and infamy, the latter presents itself as plainly more achievable.

Time itself made all things rare.

Funny how the nature of a normal day is the first memory to fade.

Not that happiness is dull. Only that it doesn't tell well. And of our consuming diversions as we age is to recite, not only to others but to ourselves, our own story.

Though surely to avoid attachments for fear of loss is to avoid life.

I thought at the time that I couldn't be horrified anymore, or wounded. I suppose that's a common conceit, that you've already been so damaged that damage itself, in its totality, makes you safe.

I was mortified by the prospect of becoming hopelessly trapped in someone else's story.

My mind is huge with little stories that I never told you.

A carpet of despair which lay underneath the levels of fury.

Think of the patience God has had for you and let it resonate to others. If you want a more patient world, let patience be your motto

There is an abundance of ancient place names in the Ukraine and Poland, which derive from 'Khazar' or 'Zhid' (Jew).

I've always said that the most important thing is job creation. Jobs will earn people money and build self-confidence.

Appear tougher or cooler or funnier than you feel and there is a chance you'll make it.

I want to lead people toward finding hope through the purity and healing power of metal.

America spends billions of dollars protecting the borders of other countries around the world. It's high time we start protecting our own.

I think you can have 10,000 explanations for failure, but no good explanation for success.

To protect creation, to protect every man and every woman, to look upon them with tenderness and love is to open up a horizon of hope.

The mainstream media hears what it wants to hear and has its own narratives.

What I really wanted was every kind of life, and the writer’s life seemed the most inclusive.