Could trying your hardest, but never being quite good enough ever be acceptable to anyone? Is that what your dreams are made of?
Moving continuously forward doesn’t necessarily get us to where we want to be, just somewhere other than where we started.
Customers do not want a lecture from you and they certainly don’t want some juvenile in a bad suit forcing his wares upon them
For some reason salesmen spend most of their time asking questions they already know the answers to. They rarely ask to discover anything new.
The truth is that people never realize their lives are about to change in unforeseen ways--that's just the nature of unforeseen ways.
I think it's because it shows that people--or hobbits, as the case may be--can find strength they didn't know they had.
You have to give up! you have to give up! You have to realize that someday you will die, Until you know that, you are useless!
If you're male, and you're Christian and living in America, your father is your model for God. And sometimes you find your father in your career.
Crying is right at hand in the smothering dark, closed inside someone else, when you see how everything you can ever accomplish will end up as trash.
Only in death will we have our own names since only in death are we no longer part of the effort. In death we become heroes.
HELLO! Look at me. HELLO! I am so ZEN. This is BLOOD. This is NOTHING. Hello. Everything is nothing, and it's so cool to be ENLIGHTENED. Like me.
At the time, my life just seemed too complete, and maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves.
Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need.
No, I say, it's fine. Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains. Just great, I say. Really.
Norm was lean, his short, straight black hair parted on the side, his mustache trimmed like he’d never heard of Adolf Hitler.
He'd learned in the past few months that telling a girl what to wear--even one the size of a golf club--was a bad idea. Histrionics often followed.
Don't blame me. Tell your mom to move closer. Tell her there's this new club called civilization and you guys should join.
I cannot deny that Vera, in her own way--in the way of all human beings who are kind and not cruel--really is lovely.
I don't want to say something cheesy like 'home is where the heart is,' but home is definitely where the heart is. And my heart is, and has always been, with you.
Hello! Your dear father is unfortunately very dead," he called. "And you said my dispersal system would never work!
Dear girls, I can let anyone get hurt because in my world, my safety and well-being come first.
