I won't give 10 dollars for fucking pornography, I will give them for something which will help me to develop...

The past does not define me, it ignites me. The past is not a piece of me, it has placed me

Some memories should be dead as they are like living corpse in mortal's bed

Learn like an amateur. Train like a champion. Fight like a warrior. Triumph like a conqueror.

When the wolf howls and the moon dimshope fades with the waning light. Evil lurks at every turn as shadows waltz across the ebony night. Behold the midnight hour where all of reason takes flight.

Dividing the goal into pieces must be brought down to the smallest measurable element, a day, to know exactly what to do every day

We will understand the depth of our vision when at some point we are finally faced with the price we must pay to achieve it. And when the price comes calling, most visions end up falling.

We ought to regard the present state of the universe as the effect of its antecedent state and as the cause of the state that is to follow. An intelligence knowing all the forces acting in nature at a...

We are all equal in the fact that we are all different. We are all the same in the fact that we will never be the same. We are united by the reality that all colours and all cultures are distinct & in...

What is there more kindly than the feeling between host and guest?

The last time I saw him he was walking down lover's lane holding his own hand.

Music in the soul can be heard by the universe.

Acting is all about big hair and funny props... All the great actors knew it. Olivier knew it, Brando knew it.

Man is a creature who lives not upon bread alone, but primarily by catchwords.

They're auras, Davey. I see them, too. The longer you stare at them, the wider the energy field expands until more colors begin to show themselves.

The Old Language really was beautiful, Blay thought. Staring at the symbols, for one brief, ridiculous moment he imagined his own name across Qhuinn's shoulders, carved into that smooth skin in the ma...

I'ts a girl Jace said, recovering his composure. Surely you've seen girls before, Alec. Your sister Isabelle is one.

George: Who's afraid of Virginia Woolf?Martha: I am, George. I am.

Fireheart, her mother had called her.Not for her power. The name had never once been about her power.

Crowned heads, wealth and privilege may well tremble should ever again the Black and Red unite!"-after the split between Anarchists and Marxists in 1872