If life takes you long way, take a shortcut!
You cannot spend your way out of recession or borrow your way out of debt.
It's always overwhelming when you come to another country and you're embraced in such a positive way.
All of us profit from being corrected - if we're corrected in a positive way.
The best way to protect evil, to deny it existence.
I don't think I picked up the guitar in the first place as a way of getting women. There are probably better ways of doing it.
James Patterson has a way with female characters. He understands women in a way that a lot of male writers don't.
Yossarian was moved by such intense pity for his poverty that he wanted to smash his pale. sad, sickly face with his fist and knock him out of existence
The boy planted his hands on his hips and a broad smile lit his face. "My name's Peter. Can I play too?
Half naked, he drank her in with his eyes, imprinting this moment into his mind. This, he would take to his death – the woman that stirred him to life.
His body was perfect. His parents were loaded. His grades were terrible. He was a high school girl’s dream come true.
What's with that?' Butters screamed, his voice high and frightened. 'Just covering his head with his arms? Didn't he see the lawyer in the movie?
Remy tilted his head to sniff the air. “I love that smell.” He turned his head to look over his shoulder. “The smell of fear.
The explorer who will not come back or send back his ships to tell his tale is not an explorer, only an adventurer; and his sons are born in exile.
I wanted to grab his stupid ears and smash his stupid head against the door until his stupid brains leaked out. Instead, I did nothing.
When his wife was at his side, she was also in front of him, marking out the horizon of his life. Now the horizon is empty: the view has changed.
Sin is too great an evil for man to meddle with. His attempts to remove it do but increase it, and his endeavours to approach God in spite of it aggravate his guilt.
His mother stood before him like a monument. He saw her great outline through the blur of his weakness and his passion. She made no movement at all.
Child" said the Voice, "I am telling you your story, not hers. I tell no one any story but his own.
I put my hand next to his shoulder on the door frame, not touching, but real close. “Look, Blondie. I’m not asking you to bottom, just to fucking navigate.
When Ulysses saw his brother, a wonderful thing happened to his face. All the terror left his eyes, because now he was hom
