“Remember, Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.”

Love isn’t soft, like the poets say. Love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close.

Wanting more is just a recipe for heartache.

A man with a good wife is the luckiest of God’s creatures.

A coward judges all he sees by what he is.

True sorrow is as rare as true love.

Some things were better lost than found.

You can, you should, and if you’re brave enough to start, you will.

The more you read, the less apt you are to make a fool of yourself with your pen or word processor.

Fiction is the truth inside the lie.

It was the possibility of darkness that made the day seem so bright.

Don’t give me what I ask for, give me what I need.

What we like to think of ourselves and what we really are rarely have much in common.

Friends. They aren’t any such thing as good friend or bad friend. Maybe there are just friend.

The brain is a muscle that can move the world.

I think that we’re all mentally ill. Those of us outside the asylums only hide it a little better – and maybe not all that much better after all.

The devil’s voice is sweet to hear.

Each night, when I go to sleep, I die. And the next morning, when I wake up, I am reborn.

I have died too many deaths that were not mine.

Liberty and democracy become unholy when their hands are dyed red with innocent blood.

I intend to live forever, or die trying.

I’m a perfectionist; I’ll work until I drop.

A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it.

If you are born poor its not your mistake, But if you die poor its your mistake.

If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.