Truth is as straight as an arrow, while a lie swivels all over the place. You can hide Truth under a doormat, but eventually the mat will rise very high with Time — forcing it...

Each arrow you shoot offcarries its own targetinto the decidedlysecrettangle

Open the doors of your heart and they will come…And for every cruel arrow,Sweet caresses of delirium alsoTo nourish your soul.

I search his eyes for the slightest sign of anything, fear, remorse, anger. But there’s only the same look of amusement that ended our last conversation. It’s as if he’s speaking the words again. “Oh,...

Darker and darker, he said; farther and farther yet. Death takes the good, the beautiful, and the young – and spares me. The Pestilence that wastes, the Arrow that strikes, the Sea that drowns, the...

The arrow of time obscures memory of both past and future circumstance with innumerable fallacies, the least trivial of which is perception.

Love is like a buffalo with butterfly wings, and I’m just the humble man in the jetpack trying to shoot it down with a bow and arrow.

A tie is like an arrow pointing to my crotch. A tie is also like an even score.

One two, one two, Type a word or two. Arrow left, arrow right, Keep those fingers nice and tight.Keys up, Keys down,Move those digits all around.One two, one two, Type a word or two.

I was just 20 years old when I wrote Broken Arrow.

Maggie scoffed. “Denial will not save you when Cupid’s arrow find its mark.””If i see Cupid anywhere in the vicinity, I’m ripping his chubby little arms off.” Vanda yanked the door open to Romatech.