We're writing a book together. She just finished one. Did you read it? Among the Porcupines?
Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing.
... reason and love keep little company together now-a-days...
Palestine is the cement that holds the Arab world together, or it is the explosive that blows it apart.
I can't forget the times we spent alone together. They leave me wanting more.
Spend every second of every day together as a moment that could never be replaced.
A lion's work hours are only when he's hungry; once he's satisfied, the predator and prey live peacefully together.
Sometimes two artists wanna work together, but it doesn't mean it's gonna happen, because you have to find the right idea.
I believe in the players and what I've put together and we'll make it work.
Yes, we have got to quit worrying about fighting each other and trying to figure out a way to work together.
We must work together to save and strengthen Social Security not just for my father's generation but also for my daughters' generation.
I want children to be glued to interactive books that encourage singing and dancing. I feel when kids work together it brings about a different energy.
I work hard and I will always work hard. But I feel very lucky with the way that it has all come together.
I couldn't get to sleep. The book lay nearby. A thin object on the divan. So strange. Between two cardboard covers were noises, doors, howls, horses, people. All side by side, pressed tightly against one another. Boiled down to little black marks. Ha...
And everyone saw me. Tobias saw me. I hear footsteps. Tobias marches toward me and wrenches me to my feet. "What the hell was that, Stiff?" "I..." My breath comes in a hiccup. "I didn't-" "Get yourself together! This is pathetic." Something within me...
I've been talking to myself a lot lately. I don't know what that's about, but my mother was the same way. She hated to make small talk with other people, but get her into a conversation with herself and she was quite the raconteur. She would tell her...
The Universe was a damned silly place at best . . . but the least likely explanation for its existence was the no-explanation of random chance, the conceit that some abstract somethings "just happened" to be some atoms that "just happened" to get tog...
Guys can smell desperation. It triggers an instinct in them to run far and fast so they aren't around when a woman starts peeling apart her heart. They know she'll ask for help in putting it back together the right way - intact and beating correctly ...
This not-hotness had weighed heavily on his mind, but he tried to dismiss it as envy. Envy was just the tax you paid on success. There had been other sacrifices on his part. Regretfully he had been obliged to shuffle off some old friends from Univers...
The way I figure it, everyone gets a miracle. Like, I will probably never be struck by lightening, or win a Nobel Prize, or become the dictator of a small nation in the Pacific Islands, or contract terminal ear cancer, or spontaneously combust. But i...
Well, sometimes love seems easy. Like ... it's easy to love rain ... and hawks. And it's easy to love wild plums ... and the moon. But with people, seems like love's a hard thing to know. It gets all mixed up. I mean, you can love one person in one w...
