Courageous people do not fear forgiving, for the sake of peace.

Computers themselves, and software yet to be developed, will revolutionize the way we learn.

Grab the broom of anger and drive off the beast of fear.

– Ele se inclinou e deu um beijo de leve nos lábios dela. – Eu tenho você – murmurou –, e não vou desperdiçar nem um segundo que temos juntos.Os lábios de Kate se abriram num sorriso.– O que isso sign...

You're enough to try the patience of an oyster!

Who was the real me? I can only repeat: I was a man of many faces.At meetings I was earnest, enthusiastic, and committed; among friends, unconstrained and given to teasing; with Marketa, cynical and f...

When he woke in the woods in the dark and the cold of the night he'd reach out to touch the child sleeping beside him. Nights dark beyond darkness and the days more gray each one than what had gone be...

To make a tarte of strawberyes, wrote Margaret Parker in 1551, take and strayne theym with the yolkes of four eggs, and a little whyte breade grated, then season it up with suger and swete butter and...

Those were some astounding lies, cub. And the very last one the most inspired of all. You have your father's talent for it.

There's always tomorrow. I followed him. Tomorrow's not going to change anything.We'll see.There's nothing to see. You're wasting your time.When it concerns you, it's never a waste of my time, he repl...

The world is always changing. Learn how to allow for it. Somone makes a promise, and then they break it. A play gets good notices, and then it folds. A marriage looks strong, and then they divorce. Fo...

The thing that hunts me now thrives on terror. My terror. I fear he will come for me. I fear he will come for anyone who knows me.

The security officer smiled and said, ‘Good afternoon, ma’am,’ to me before Igave him ID.It’s a sick world, Eve. He resisted taking her hand for another squeeze. A sick,sad world.

The quickest way to a man's heart is through the fourth and fifth ribs.

The only things that can ever be universal, in a sense, are scaling things.

The finest fury is the most controlled.

Tell me, Jeeves, I said. Suppose you were in a shop taking out of the lending library and a clergyman's daughter came in and without so much as a preliminary 'Hullo, there' said to you, 'Has he broug...

Stories are for joining the past to the future.

She swallowed.He was covered, of course, but she knew what lay beneath the sheets- she'd seen him entirely nude at the Lords' revels. She had the image burned into her memory: a proud, thick penis, he...

She lies! cried the Fox, and he leapt toward her, his arm raised.The Wolf lunged, seized the Fox's right arm, twisted it up behind his back, and slammed the other man to his knees.Iris stared and felt...