Some of the most polished ideas are discovered through healthy, honest debate, so if you don't argue with yourself every once in a while, other people will gladly point out if, in any sense, you misse...

I wish my whispers are heard and requited as a storm... Because, the storm is that keeps me alive!

If you want to know how fortunate you are, visit three places: the slum, the hospital, and the cemetery.

We go from one war to another; we go from one terrorist group to another and we go from one calamity to another, but there is a pattern there if you know where to look.It's amazing how when one war is...

Listen to the mustn'ts, child. Listen to the don'ts. Listen to the shouldn'ts, the impossibles, the won'ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me... Anything can happen, child. Anything c...

No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it's not the same river and he's not the same man.

The poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.

God made man to go by motives, and he will not go without them, any more than a boat without steam or a balloon without gas.

Gray hair is God's graffiti.

When he'd woken this morning, her soft limbs entangled with his, he had spent long minutes simply gazing at her in wonder. Her lips were a dark pink and parted softly, and her eyelashes lay against he...

When a lady condescends to apologise, there is no keeping one’s anger.

What are you going to do? Are you going to live in the dark, locked in here? Afraid to look out, answer the door, leave? Yes, he's out there, and he's clearly not going to leave you alone until one of...

This had to be the most curious situation in all of her life. Not that she had a great deal to compare it to, of course, living, as she had, quite a sheltered existence. But if anyone had ever had a f...

There are many sadnesses in the hearts of men who are far away from their countries.

She stood by the tea-table in a light-coloured muslin gown, which had a good deal of pink about it. She looked as if she was not attending to the conversation, but solely busy with the tea-cups, among...

Right before the game, she strolled up to me. Hey, Seaweed Brain.Will you stop calling me that?She knows I hate that name, mostly because I never have a good comeback. She's the daughter of Athena, wh...

One often hears of writers that rise and swell with their subject, though it may seem but an ordinary one. How, then, with me, writing of this Leviathan? Unconsciously my chirography expands into plac...

It was one of the dullest speeches I ever heard. The Agee woman told us for three quarters of an hour how she came to write her beastly book, when a simple apology was all that was required.

Isaiah and Beth sit on the bed and munch on a shared container of pepper steak. Isaiah moves some of the pile from Beth’s side of the container, and she darts her fork as if to stab him, but he quickl...

I'm sorry about the screaming. I thought you were him.