Stripe felt frozen. To be so high and not high at all!It only looked good from the bottom.

Sometimes I worry that belief and hope are the same thing, and that truth is something else entirely.

How curious it was, how ironic, he decided, that the human brain seemed capable of understanding almost everything but itself.

In a way, a garden is the most useless of creations, the most slippery of creations: it is not like a painting or a piece of sculpture—it won’t accrue value as time goes on. Time...

There are symbolic dreams-dreams that symbolize some reality. Then there are symbolic realities-realities that symbolize a dream

Reality is such an elusive concept.

One of the first lessons a warrior is taught is that denial of one’s circumstances only results in failure to recognize real danger.

Sometimes I wonder if we’re all a little like Harold (a rooster). Real life carries on around us while we strut around in our own yards, thinking we’re the ones in charge of things.

How can the removal of beauty from a world so lacking in beauty be anything but tragic?

Everyone who’s born has come from the sea. Your mother’s womb is just a sea in small. And birds come of seas on eggs. Horses lie in the sea before they’re born. The placenta is...

The temptation of the age is to look good without being good.

If you have to think about relaxing, are you really relaxing?

It just takes one serious thought to change a person, either to one he always wanted to be or into one he never wished to be.

Because the man who stood there before us was not our father. He was somebody else, a stranger who had been sent back in our father’s place. That’s not him, we said to our mother,...

When someone dies, it feels like the hole in your gum when a tooth falls out. You can chew, you can eat, youhave plenty of other teeth, but your tongue keeps going back to that...

Even when we do not actively participate in our destiny, we are still on a chosen path. Life has a way of making decisions for us.

If they’d given her a proper time machine, she probably would have used it to cuddle with him. Let somebody else kill Hitler.

I am a Beacon of Light. I attract so many different kinds of people from all walks of life. Like a moth to a flame. Different ages,different races, different genders,different social classes,the homeless,the mentally disabled...

But the fantasy kingdom and trappings of success soon lost their luster, as I discovered that the most prestigious and remunerative of my resume’s way stations was also the most tedious and unfulfilling I had...

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.