That's just a fiction, a little game of protocol.

I don't have anything against God. Far from it. But I don't understand Him. And I don't trust a lot of the people that go around claiming that they're working in His best interests.

There is, I think, humor here which does not translate well from English into sanity.

You about done? I asked him. I need the table. "What is it with you people?" Butters groused. "For God's sake, these are real injuries here." "There will be more of them than a thousand reluctant...

Give it to them! Take them down! First Aleran! Kick their furry - - Assault formation!

I'm pretty sure lurking in a dark alley to mug me with your apology isn't the usual way to go about saying you're sorry. But I didn't read that Mars - Venus book, so who knows.

Being here? With you? I've met my subconscious, and he's not that sick.

As far as the Council is concerned, the U.S. Wardens are a bunch of mushrooms. Eh? Kept in the dark and fed on bullshit.

It's like knowing your way through the forest. You don't keep the whole forest in your mind, but wherever you are, you know where to go next.

In Russia they put you in insane asylums if you disagree with the state: it's not so different here. Keep the natives quiet.

To be free of customs: "Custom clouds the true face of things."

unspeakably poor, because she could give nothing and only received, with

You cannot understand England just by seeing its candidate. He told me. Unless you leave at least once, you also cannot understand the country we live in.

Just like in the 18th century when the French distinguished the Arab, Persian, and Indic attributes, in the Middle Ages these were associated with concepts of exuberant, refined, distinguished,...

They did nothing to us, they merely plunged us into absolute nothingness, because it is known that nothing exerts as much pressure on the human soul as nothingness...

"What peace can the eye find from the swift sky? \nO cupbearer, give me a cup to rest a moment. \nI told Wit these matters; he smiled and said: \nHard is the daily life, full of amazing troubles and a...

Sometimes, it takes us a while to appreciate something new, something that might change us for the better.

I guessed his name was Face of Horror. I wondered how long it had taken his mom to think of that. Bob? No. Sam? No. How about Face of Horror?

Don't stay in one place too long. It was the only way to stay ahead of the sadness.

Iconoclast, the neuroeconomist Gregory Berns

We all write our life stories as if we were novelists, McAdams believes, with beginnings, conflicts, turning points, and endings. And the way we characterize our past setbacks profoundly influences...

Now that you're an adult, you might still feel a pang of guilt when you decline a dinner invitation in favor of a good book. Or maybe you like to eat alone in restaurants and could do without the...

difference has to do with how the two cultures define respect.

A man has as many social selves as there are distinct groups of persons about whose opinion he cares. He generally shows a different side of himself to each of these different groups. - WILLIAM JAMES

One highly successful venture capitalist who is regularly pitched by young entrepreneurs told me how frustrated he is by his colleagues' failure to distinguish between good presentation skills and...

Scores of studies have shown that venting doesn't soothe anger; it fuels it.

The secret to life is to put yourself in the right lighting. For some, it's a Broadway spotlight; for others, a lamplit desk. Use your natural powers - - of persistence, concentration, and insight - -...

Knowing nothing can get you humiliated and knowing a little bit can get you killed, but knowing all of it will bring you power.

'Should we plan our escape route now?' I asked. She laughed. 'We'll push Cahil into their path to slow them down.'

I cannot exist without you, so killing Galen is not an option. I would rather lose you to the Stormdancer than lose you in the sky.