A good boxing competition gives one the sight of fine men in their prime, trained to the ounce, showing the highest skill, pluck and endurance in carrying out their attack and defence under strict...

I could have gone on flying through space forever.

Once he got bitten, and they all wept bitterly, expecting to see a spectacular death - agony; but he just went off into the bush and probably ate something, for he came back in a few days quite...

"So now what?" I ask. She is quiet for a long time, long enough that I assume she's gone to sleep. "I think this is just part of it," she says. "Civilisations fall. People keep going."

We artists are indestructible; even in a prison, or in a concentration camp, I would be almighty in my own world of art, even if I had to paint my pictures with my wet tongue on the dusty floor of my...

It's better to die free than live life in a cage.

And I know, by Noah's face, that even though he knew it, he didn't believe it, even though we all knew it, we were all holding on, somehow, hoping they'd keep trying, that they could just keep on...

The art of writing is not as solitary as one might think. When it finally dawns on us one day that our task as writers is to share what we know of the human spirit, we suddenly discover that we were...

{They} took it upon themselves to start the laborious process of cranking up life again, after death has stopped us all in its tracks.

Love is a chemical reaction, But it cannot be fully understood or defined by science. And though a body cannot exist without a soul, It too cannot be fully understood or defined by science. Love is...

And one day a great thing happened. Dov Landau smiled again.

In dark times, the definition of good art would seem to be art that locates and applies CPR to those elements of what's human and magical that still live and glow despite the times' darkness.

It is far. But there is no journey upon this earth that a man may not make if he sets his heart to it. There is nothing, Umbopa, that he cannot do, there are no mountains he may not climb, there are...

Said his name was Alex. And he was big - time hungry. Hungry, hungry, hungry. But real happy. Said he'd been surviving on edible plants he identified from the book. Like he was real proud of it.

Feeling of courage. Great desire to continue living.

You were very brave," Nancy said, with the same encouraging indifference

We stowed the wheels, uncapped the sledge-runners, put on our skis, and took off -- down, north, onward, into that silent vastness of fire and ice that said in enormous letters of black and white...

The poor blame hope, despite the adversities that weigh heavily on them.