The English language is nobody's special property. It is the property of the imagination: it is the property of the language itself.

I was so naive as a kid I used to sneak behind the barn and do nothing.

I think on-stage nudity is disgusting, shameful and damaging to all things American. But if I were 22 with a great body, it would be artistic, tasteful, patriotic and a progressive religious experienc...

There is no place where we can safely store worn-out reactors or their garbage. No place!

I will admit, like Socrates and Aristotle and Plato and some other philosophers, that there are instances where the death penalty would seem appropriate.

You use a glass mirror to see your face you use works of art to see your soul.

I really would love to do a piece like Julia Roberts or Charlize Theron in 'Erin Brockovich' or 'North Country.' They were both so amazing and so inspiring. I would love to touch someone in the way th...

… MOM! Martha finally screamed. Mom, you’ve got to see these!Is it about Hermione? She exclaimed, rushing into the middle of the room. Her mouth dropped open in horror when she noticed Hermione’s wall...

[At Gunung Padang] First, the drill cores contained evidence--fragments of worked columnar basalt--that more man-made megalithic structures lay far beneath the surface. Secondly, the organic materials...

We’ll be all right. Somehow, we will. Trust it is the truth.

We resonate with one another’s sorrows because we are interconnected. Being whole and simultaneously part of a larger whole, we can change the world simply by changing ourselves. If I become a center...

They thought more before nine a.m. than most people thought all month. I remember once declining cherry pie at dinner, and Rand cocked his head and said, 'Ahh! Iconoclast. Disdains the easy, symbolic...

They had killed themselves over the failure to find a love that none of us could ever be.

The world had to change and for some reason the prosperity of men always results in them taking ever more from wild creatures and places.

The blighter's manner was so cold and unchummy that I bit the bullet and had a dash at being airy.

She heard nothing but experienced a sensation that prickled along her spine like a warm touch caressing her skin. Slowly, with the care of prey beneath a predator's survey, she turned her head- and me...

Rise, Darrow said, Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius, Queen of Terrasen.

One thing I know: For helping me forget how awful the world is, I prefer her to alcohol.

One that society can't forgive, but I can.

One last word,' I said in my horrible careful English, 'are you quite, quite sure that—well, not tomorrow, of course, and not after tomorrow, but—well—some day, any day, you will not come to live with...