You are the average of the five people you spend the most time with.

Love is like a cloud in a lake. It’s reflective and makes it feel like you are flying, when you are really either swimming or trying not to drown.

It’s a kind of heresy to say so, but I think our race has made forms more beautiful than what was here before us. Sometimes god’s handiwork is crude. There is no more ugly thing than a lobster. There’s not much pretty about a caribou. It has an ungainly walk and its touchhole voids droppings...

This book is to be neither an accusation nor a confession, and least of all an adventure, for death is not an adventure to those who stand face to face with it. It will try simply to tell of a generation of men who, even though they may have escaped shells, were destroyed by the...

Is it not the disparity of wealth that consumes the willing soul. Rather, the golden keys of opportunity clamor softly with fraught anxiety of things which may never come.

Art has to be reflective of our society.

It doesn’t matter how long you’re here for, or what accomplishments you have, it matters what you do with that time and the type of person that you are.

Allow God to use the difficulties and disappointments in life as polish to transform your faith into a glistening diamond that takes in and reflects His love.

If you knew in advance that something momentous and terrible would happen you’d make an effort to imprint it all in your mind, wouldn’t you, every detail. But of course you don’t know. And perhaps that’s just as well.

It is always better to be a bookworm rather than being a dung-beetle!

River smiled sweetly at his tormentors and told them, “If you want to kick my ass, go ahead. Just explain to me why you’re doing it.”After a confused pause, one of the skinheads said, “Ah, you wouldn’t be worth it.””We’re all worth it, man,” River said with a beatific smile. “We’re all worth millions of...

And so the beauty was in being alone; but it was also the pain.

Questions show the mind’s range, and answers its subtlety.

But death was her curse and her gift, and death had been her good friend these long, long years.

We are all only men, defined by our choices.

Naturally—and why should I not admit this—I have occasionally wondered to myself how things might have turned out in the long run…. I only speculate this now because in the light of subsequent events, it could well be argued that in making my decision…I was perhaps not entirely aware of the full implications of what...

We chart delusions through collective agreement.

I write about adversity, I praise adversity, not to be pessimistic, but rather to strengthen myself. The more familiar that you are with it, the less likely you are to have a breakdown when it occurs. You become more reflective of its purpose, you understand God’s reason for it, and are then able to make...

For a great many people, the evening is the most enjoyable part of the day. Perhaps, then, there is something to his advice that I should cease looking back so much, that I should adopt a more positive outlook and try to make the best of what remains of my day. After all, what can...

Now the wren has gone to roost and the sky is turnin’ goldAnd like the sky my soul is also turnin’Turnin’ from the past, at last and all I’ve left behind

Having no resources within himself, he was compelled to be the copyist of many, and being such, he was forever the victim of inconsistency;

Faith-Defined beyond the confines of the mind.

THE INITIAL STEP IN INDIVIDUAL TRANSFORMATION REQUIRES THAT YOU ALLOW YOURSELF TO BE HONEST, OPEN, & VUNERABLE TO ADMIT YOUR SHORTCOMINGS; LOOK AT THE PATH YOU’VE TRAVELED; ACKNOWLEDGE ,THAT UNFAVORABLE EVENTS QUITE POSSIBLY WERE THE CONSEQUENSE OF YOUR POOR CHOICES; DEVELOPE A STRATEGY TO GET BACK ON TRACK WITH A WELL ALLUMINATED PATHWAY FOR REASONABLY...

Later, months later, when Jude thought back to the way it all went down -how did a burnout like him end up straight edge?- he’d remember that ambulance, just like the one he’d been unconscious inside. Its red cross, when viewed from the right angle, was an X on its side.

What is interesting and important happens mostly in secret, in places where there is no power.

So now, when I look back, all I see is who we used to be and who we are now. And I wonder how anybody can recognize anyone at all.

My wandering imagination never gives up on me and always finds ways to explore what my emotions entail.

Anya looked upon Nin admirably. Having him as a partner-in-crime—if only on this one occasion, which she hoped would only be the start of something more—was more revitalizing than the cheap thrills of a cookie-cutter shallow, superficial romance, where the top priority was how beautiful a person was on the outside.