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

Fear can hold you prisoner. Hope can set you free.

Let me tell you something my friend. Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane.

Love, the simplest, strongest, and most unforgiving of all emotions.

Description begins in the writer’s imagination, but should finish in the reader’s.

We never know which lives we influence, or when, or why. Not until the future eats the present, anyway. We know when it’s too late.

Alone. Yes, that’s the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn’t hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym.

If a fear cannot be articulated, it can’t be conquered.

The world had teeth and it could bite you with them anytime it wanted.

In the year 2025, the best men don’t run for president, they run for their lives.

Books are the perfect entertainment: no commercials, no batteries, hours of enjoyment for each dollar spent. What I wonder is why everybody doesn’t carry a book around for those inevitable dead spots in life.

It was life, often unsatisfying, frequently cruel, usually boring, sometimes beautiful, once in a while exhilarating.

Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.

Sometimes when you’re young, you have moments of such happiness, you think you’re living on someplace magical, like Atlantis must have been. Then we grow up and our hearts break into two.

A short story is a different thing altogether – a short story is like a quick kiss in the dark from a stranger.

Optimism is a perfectly legitimate response to failure.

Get busy living or get busy dying.

In life, friendships change, divorces happen, people move on, others die.

To die is nothing; but it is terrible not to live.

If the truth shall kill them, let them die.

I would rather die on my feet than live on my knees.

We made bad use of immortality, and so ended up dying; Christ made good use of mortality, so that we might end up living.

People are like dirt. They can either nourish you and help you grow as a person or they can stunt your growth and make you wilt and die.

A man may die, nations may rise and fall, but an idea lives on.

We ride together. We die together.