He who is the author of a war lets loose the whole contagion of hell and opens a vein that bleeds a nation to death.
We do not choose the day of our birth nor may we choose the day of our death, yet choice is the sovereign faculty of the mind.
Most films made about the future acquiesce toward death, and I don't want to be told how to define my future.
Death doesn't affect the living because it has not happened yet. Death doesn't concern the dead because they have ceased to exist.
We live in grief for having left the womb, for having left the teat, then school, then home. In my case, it was leaving marriages, and the death of my wife.
It's always, you know, a pleasant exercise to imagine my own death because then I'm so happy when I can stop.
At the core, I try to write characters who are real people with real insecurities, fears, hopes, and dreams, which is why hopefully readers can identify with them.
And the Republican Party especially associates the market with the idea of progress, goodness, family, and points us toward the mall as an answer to all our personal dreams.
I suppose all fictional characters, especially in adventure or heroic fiction, at the end of the day are our dreams about ourselves. And sometimes they can be really revealing.
The truth is, even those who think Dreams only happen to someone else carry a Dream hidden deep in their heart, just hoping it can come true.
The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed; The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, Whose charms were broken if revealed.
Your vision will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.
If you think about becoming a writer, that's just really one of the big dreams I had. It's really important to have those dreams and pursue your passions.
I don't understand people who dream in black and white. I just don't get it. My dreams have always been vivid color.
Never give up on what you really want to do. The person with big dreams is more powerful than the one with all the facts.
What differentiates us from animals is the fact that we can listen to other people's dreams, fears, joys, sorrows, desires and defeats - and they in turn can listen to ours.
Each has its lesson; for our dreams in sooth, come they in shape of demons, gods, or elves, are allegories with deep hearts of truth that tell us solemn secrets of ourselves.
The human imagination... has great difficulty in living strictly within the confines of a materialist practice or philosophy. It dreams, like a dog in its basket, of hares in the open.
When a person starts to talk about their dreams, it's as if something bubbles up from within. Their eyes brighten, their face glows, and you can feel the excitement in their words.
I just write what I wanted to write. I write what amuses me. It's totally for myself. I never in my wildest dreams expected this popularity.
To be a human being is to be in a state of tension between your appetites and your dreams, and the social realities around you and your obligations to your fellow man.
