I have started taking the pills and I pray that everyone is right, that I have been sabotaged by my own brain chemicals. And that the little blue pill is going to put things right again.
... Night has chosen thee; thy death will be thy birth. Night calls to thee; harken to Her sweet voice. Your destiny awaits you at the House of Night.
I tried to find something I already knew about life that might help me reach out and touch my brother and get him to look at me and himself.
That in effect was love. It struck him as astonishing. The word was so little in his vocabulary...
It was my dream that screwed up, the stupid hearthside idea that it would be wonderful to follow one great red line across America instead of trying various roads and routes.
Losing through you what seemed myself, I find myself unimaginably mine, beyond sorrow's own joys and hoping's very fears. Yours is the light by which my spirit's born: yours is the darkness of my...
You can't tell me that I don't know you. I see you. I see you better than you see yourself. And everything about you is beautiful.
And without Dex in my life, I like to think I could have somehow found contentment. But the truth is, I feel freer with Dex than I ever did when I was single. I feel more myself with him than without....
Man was made to sit quietly and find the truth within.
Despair is the price everyone pays for self-knowledge. If you look carefully at life, you will always find despair.
I'm looking for me in you, that my hollowness makes it impossible to identify my needs and my desires
People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that's what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that's holding you back, the person who brings you...
I shouldn't. I must get out all my ambitions
I think you know if you're different,” he ventured. “I think you know if you're gifted. How could you not?” “You know if you feel set apart,” said Nanny, “but who doesn’t feel that?...
What would you write if you weren't afraid?
I read The Great Gatsby. It is one of my favorite books and I had taken it out of the library in hopes that it would cheer me up; of course, it only made me feel worse, since in my own humorless state...
In fact, at times I preferred to live in the forbidden world, and frequently my return home to the bright realm, no matter how necessary and good that might be, was almost like a return to someplace...
One must find the source within one's own Self, one must possess it. Everything else was seeking -- a detour, an error.
Sometimes you have to travel a long way to find what is near
whisper about, the one who finds out years later, just by accident, that she is not herself at all.
Sometimes I get to know myself through others
She considered herself a comet sailing through the wind, and, frightened by her own inner mutiny, sometimes gave in to the temptation to think of someone who would put a brake on her impulses; but...
All my life, I'd been around men. That night, I discovered the tenderness of a woman.
Most of us have two lives. The life we live, and the unlived life within us.
I'll take honest arrogance over fake humility any day.
Try to understand where you are going and where you are, and it seems like your life has no meaning. But when you look back, the patterns emerge, and if you project yourself forward starting from...
We write not just to show off, not just to tell, or only to have written. We write to know ourselves.
The price one pays when choosing exile is the loss of all that defines you as an individual. The only thing that makes this immense loss tolerable is the discovery of a self you did not know existed -...
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you...
If I turned towards books, it was because they were the only sanctuary I knew, one I needed in order...
We all had to pay, but not for the crimes we were accused of. There were other scores to settle.
Hope for some means its loss for others; when the hopeless regain some hope, those in power--the...
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
Keep in mind that when we talk of a great painting we are not really talking about anything great....
It isn't even good grammar. What the hell does it mean when they disappear somebody?
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...