Let children read whatever they want and then talk about it with them. If parents and kids can talk together, we won't have as much censorship because we won't have as much fear.

Fear doesn't exist anywhere except in the mind.

I know how men in exile feed on dreams.

The beauty of the past belongs to the past.

Ако не знаеш какво искаш - каза портиерът, - накрая ти се натрупват сума ти неща, дето не ги искаш.

You want to know what's wrong with the world? Dad paused. It's this alienation that permeates every aspect of humanity.

You ever hear a dog cry, Steve? You know, howling so loud it's almost unbearable?' He nodded. 'I reckon they howl like that because they're so hungry it hurts, and that's what I feel in me every day o...

What’s the problem, babe? Judd asked, climbing off the bike and caressing my cheek. I feel underdressed. I look trashy. Glancing over my jeans, gray sweater, beige jacket, and tennis shoes, Judd frown...

What's your name? he asked above the roar of the music.She leaned close. My name is Wind, she whispered. And Rain. And Bone and Dust. My name is a snippet of a half-remembered song.He chuckled a low,...

What is a saint supposed to do, if not convert wolves?

We're lucky Esme thought to add an extra room. No one was planning for Ness-Renesmee.I frowned at him, my thoughts channeled down a less pleasant path.Not you too, I complained.Sorry, love. I hear it...

Vishous, son of the Bloodletter, was not the kind of male anyone addressed like that. Except, apparently, for Wrath. In this case, the Brother with the tattoos on his face and the perverted reputation...

Unfortunately, to try to disconnect faith from vision is to do violence to the whole personality, and the whole personality participates in the act of writing. The tensions of being a Catholic novelis...

Time is the enemy of lovers. Worse even than the frank light of day.

There is really no natural limit to the practice of loving kindness in meditation or in one’s life. It is an ongoing, ever-expanding realization of interconnectedness. It is also its embodiment. When...

There can be no progress without head-on confrontation.

The writer must have a good imagination to begin with, but the imagination has to be muscular, which means it must be exercised in a disciplined way, day in and day out, by writing, failing, succeedin...

She sang, as requested. There was much about love in the ballad: faithful love that refused to abandon its object; love that disaster could not shake; love that, in calamity, waxed fonder, in poverty...

She is very wonderful, Bertie. She is not one of these flippant, shallow-minded, modern girls. She is sweetly grave and beautifully earnest. She reminds me of - what is the name I want?

Seriously, though, the bouncer won't be a problem. I think he liked me. - DaemonW-w-What? - KatyI think he liked me, like, really liked me. - DaemonYour ego knows no limit, you know that?. - KatyYou'l...