You're like this...this goddess pretending to be human... And I don't know which one I love.
If he had to spend the evening with madwomen, he would prefer at least one of them be willing to let him grope her.
She had seen this relationship dying before it ever lived, but allowed optimism and lust to blind her.
Vampires did not avoid mirrors because they cast no reflection but because mirrors became so unflattering with the illusion of fuzzy focus wrenched away.
Take the chair and sit at the fore-front of your dreams. You are the chair-person at the center of affairs; make it memorable; make an impact! Leave a legacy!
I think that's nice, and if I could have feelings at all I would have them for Deb.
For the first time I could remember, I felt weak, woozy and stupid— like a human-being. Like a very small and helpless human-being.
Chip, I know you don't understand this, but I'd take it as a personal favor if you'd stop trying to marry your mother off to my brothers.
Really now: If you can't get me my newspaper on time, how can you expect me to refrain from killing people?
But what could I do? Be stupid for a while? I wasn't sure I knew how, even after so many years of careful observation.
I still have enough faith in language to believe that if I place enough words next to each other on the page, they will start to speak with sounds of their own.
Man’s mind is a coast of great monuments, the source of wild and complex dreams and accomplishments that physical eyes have not seen.
Building up a dream is like building a room; the foundation must be deep, strong, firm and dependable.
Gather the courage to encourage yourself. Your self-motivation will energize you to dream of bigger ambitions to accomplish in life!
Passion towards a dream is the fuel that fires every trace of impossibility in the environment, paving way for you to win with style.
Be determined that you will let every dream of yours be released to the fullest capacity. Brighten your picture!
Civilization depends on continually making the effort, of never giving in. It needs to be cared for by men of goodwill, protected from the dark.
Every cataclysm is welcomed by somebody; there is always someone to rejoice at disaster and see in it the prospect of a new beginning and a better world.
The evil done by men of goodwill is the worst of all ... We have done terrible things, for the best of reasons, and that makes it worse.
Could trying your hardest, but never being quite good enough ever be acceptable to anyone? Is that what your dreams are made of?
What's so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What's so great about feeling and dreaming?
