It isn’t what the book costs. It’s what it will cost you if you don’t read it.

Life is going to beat you up, it wouldn’t be fair if you didn’t throw some punches back at it

Abortion should be listed as a weapon of mass destruction against the voiceless.

We do not remember days, we remember moments.

Are you willing to care enough to get hurt?

Don’t use yesterday’s state of mind, to make today’s decision.

How many of us would ever explore the dark extremities of our own humanity were we not from time to time thrown into them involuntarily? ‘Necessity is laid upon me,’ wrote the apostle Paul; and...

Shattered by the cumulative effect of so much horror and death, Joan was again afflicted by a crisis of faith. How could a good and benevolent God let such a thing happen? How could He...

What she’d done was give him a glimpse of something that scared the bejesus out of him, something never meant for men like him that could start a hunger that would eat away what little...

An entire aisle of cereal…hundreds of choices….Of course I had eaten cereal before. I’m not a savage….Cereal was a small, affordable luxury. An effort. A point of pride. Something special….Those crates of cereal meant that...

Dwell on positive thoughts!

But was that not the task you set me? To defend the helpless against the strong?” “Indeed it was Master Weed. But who is to say who is helpless, and who is strong?” ……….”If you...

Challenge a person’s beliefs, and you challenge his dignity, standing, and power. And when those beliefs are based on nothing but faith, they are chronically fragile. No one gets upset about the belief that rocks...

It is uncertain where Death will await you;there expect it everywhere.

No, I mean, this is a problem that most people have. A problem of the human condition. We get ahold of some kind of shorthand in understanding people, and we think it works, and we...

The desperate resilience,the annoyed flamboyance;his personable passivity and his phobic aggressiveness; all trapped in the clever wrinkles of his fingers, the hard unsociable cast of his knuckles, the safe hopelessness of the pads.

Religion would have us believe that immortality is reserved for the gods. We remain skeptical.

And courage to me meant ploughing through that dull gray mist that comes down on life–not only overriding people and circumstances but overriding the bleakness of living.

That’s gotta be one of the principles behind reality. Accepting things that are hard to comprehend, and leaving them that way.

The idea of eternal return is a mysterious one, and Nietzsche has often perplexed other philosophers with it: to think that everything recurs as we once experienced it, and that the recurrence itself recurs ad...

There had been something about the island that made the girls forget who they had been. All those rules and shalt nots. They were no longer waiting for some arbitrary grade. They were no longer...

I don’t understand,” Belle cried. “I gave you gold. You only gave me grief.

There is nothing sexier than sword fight.

Lead us not into temptation’ often means, among other things, ‘Deny me those gratifying invitations, those highly interesting contacts, that participation in the brilliant movements of our age, which I so often, at such risk,...

While we may judge things as good or bad, karma doesn’t. It’s a simple case of like gets like, the ultimate balancing act, nothing more, nothing less. And if you’re deteremined to fix every situation...

Show me a hero and I’ll show you a man enslaved by his competence.

Some men think because they’re afraid to do.

I missed the future.

The stories themselves aren’t what moves him now…What moves him are the shadowy people behind the stories, the workers weary from their days, gathering at night in front of a comforting bit of fire…The world...

All I hear is my own grating thoughts. Is there anything more horrid than being trapped inside yourself with nothing but your own insecurities.

We are forever changed by the moments that we live but the moments we live cannot be changed. 

And so she ghosted on, in relentless pursuit of escape, not from society, but from herself.

We pick the people who populate our personal lives as much for who they make us as for who they are. I chose Anna for the person I became in her presence, and in this...

If blue helmeted UN peacekeepers show up in your town or village and offer to protect you, run.

Some pasts exist as a fog that rolls in and out of the present, formed not by air that condenses into mist but memories that condense into tiny doors that open to forgotten moments. Maybe...

Some words were made up without any thought given. Nice is one of them. Nice has no meaning. Nice gets thrown out there to replace something meaningful. Take Goodreads and turn it into Nicereads. This...

This is how everything should end: with the forgotten remembered, the wounded healed, and the sinners forgiven.

How could I have thought that I needed to cure myself in order to fit into the ‘real’ world? I didn’t need curing, and the world didn’t, either; the only thing that did need curing...

Exactly what good are our eyes if they are not willing to see what’s right before us?

The Stars shine down and watch us live Our little lives And weep for us

Of course, I am interested, but I would not dare to talk about them. In talking about the impact of ideas in one field on ideas in another field, one is always apt to make...

That’s what the prom is—St. Patrick’s Day for the young.

Never discount good intentions, for good intentions may be all one has to offer. – Eilish in “No-Till” by Basil Pearl.

The old tales of China tell us that all things may grow and change. A stone may become a plant. A plant may become an animal. An animal may become a human. A human may...

Civilized beings regard the act of intercourse as the highest expression of romantic love. One need only observe the behavior of animals, however, to realize that the act is often a form of violence.

It is the transience of life which proves its inestimable worth.

I am going to shrink and shrink until I am a dry fall leaf, complete with a translucent spine and brittle veins, blowing away in a stiff wind, up, up, up into a crisp blue...

At such a time it seems natural and good to me to ask myself these questions. What do I believe in? What must I fight for and what must I fight against?

I’ve been thinking about that book about the boys who crash on the island….Lord of the Flies what about it….You know how you said it wasn’t a true measure of humanity since there were no...

That’s a lot of what the ghetto is, a reflection of poor self esteem