Quotes of: His Keyword

Indecision is like the stepchild: if he doesn't wash his hands, he is called dirty; if he does, he is wasting the water.

Malagasy

For the first five years of your son's life treat him as a prince, for the next ten years as a slave, then as a friend for the rest of his life.

Indian

The wise man, even when he holds his tongue, says more than the fool when he speaks.

Yiddish

She rubbed her cheek on his chest like a sleepy cat. “I like when you hold me.” Dios, she was going to break his heart. “I like when I hold you too.

To Command and Collar

I was going to put what birthday it was on the sign," he said, "but Jace said that after twenty, you're just old, so it doesn't matter anyway." Jace stopped with his fork halfway to his mouth. "I said that?

City of Heavenly Fire

You might be a big fish in a little pond, Doesn't mean you've won 'Coz along may come a bigger one.

Coldplay: Viva la Vida Or Death And All His Friends

I look coolly in to the blue eyes of the person who is now my greatest opponent, the person who would keep me alive at his own expense. And I promise myself I will defeat his plan.

Catching Fire

Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.

The Citizen of the World, Or, Letters from a Chinese Philosopher, Residing in London, to His Friends in the Country, by Dr. Goldsmith

He tries to force the anger down, but it's like an anvil on his chest. He closes his eyes, like Sammy taught him, and forces the anvil up; he softens.

The Crazy Horse Electric Game

He gazed deeply into my eyes. Placing his hand to my cheek, he caressed my skin with his fingertips. “Ariel, you have a strength that cannot be hindered by anything. A strength that I admire greatly.” - Luca

The Crimson Hunt

I think, though, that another shame of war is that when it’s over, a soldier don’t get to leave it behind where he fought it. He’s gotta carry it right back home with him, in his head, and in his heart.

Carry Me Home

...I remember a rainy, depressing afternoon when she remarked 'What a pity we can't make love, there's nothing else to do,' and he agreed that it was and there wasn't.

Christopher and His Kind

Conversion and zealotry, just like revelation and apostasy, are flip sides of the same coin, the currency of a political culture having more in common with religion than rational discourse.

Christopher Hitchens and His Critics: Terror, Iraq, and the Left

There, in the corner under the window—the window through which he thought he saw movement before—was a slender white foot! Quinn’s heart froze in his chest and frightened bile began working its way up his esophagus. ~ "The Mirror

Christmas Lites

The only real radicalism in our time will come as it always has—from people who insist on thinking for themselves and who reject party-mindedness.

Christopher Hitchens and His Critics: Terror, Iraq, and the Left

I asked her if I was black or white. She replied "You are a human being. Educate yourself or you'll be a nobody!

The Color of Water: A Black Man's Tribute to His White Mother

The only way I can keep clear of force is by justice. Far from being willing to execute his enemies, a real king must be willing to execute his friends.

The Candle in the Wind/The Book of Merlyn

The ancient covenant is in pieces; man knows at last that he is alone in the universe's unfeeling immensity, out of which he emerged only by chance. His destiny is nowhere spelled out, nor is his duty. The kingdom above or the darkness below: it is f...

Chance and Necessity

And ask each passenger to tell his story, and if there is one of them all who has not cursed his existence many times, and said to himself over and over again that he was the most miserable of men, I give you permission to throw me head-first into th...

Candide: or, Optimism

We survived. You and I. And those who survive have a duty. Our duty is to do our best to keep on living. Even if our lives are not perfect.

Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage

People who's freedom is taken away always end up hating somebody. Right? I know I don't want to live like that.

Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage