I'm a deeply spiritual person, and I strongly believe that God is watching over me!
I like to believe there are ghosts all over the place!
I don't believe in psychology.
In writing, I search for believability, simplicity and emotional impact.
I don't believe in happy endings.
I do not believe on giving amnesty.
I don't believe that an animation studio should be an executive-driven studio.
I do believe at some point in time everyone will be genotyped at birth.
I do believe in the power of prayer.
I totally believe in romance and love and all that.
I always believed in the music we did and that's why it was uncompromising.
I don't believe in any kind of fundamentalism.
I don't believe in right-angled turning points.
I don't believe in a chronological way of doing things.
I do not believe in terrorism, violence, destruction, murder, pre-emption, or War.
She smiled thoughtfully. “I think Jackson was like a lost puppy. He needed purpose, someone to believe in him and love him despite his bullshit. But he didn’t have that, so he just went around humping everyone’s leg and peeing everywhere. Then ...
You want to know how to stop this killer? Forgive yourself, and he’ll disappear from your life forever.” “Thanks. I’ll be sure to do that.” And I know: 1. This is almost the same conversation I’ve had with myself many times before. 2. Gor...
I laboured hard at my book, without allowing it to interfere with the punctual discharge of my newspaper duties; and it came out and was very successful. I was not stunned by the praise which sounded in my ears, notwithstanding that I was keenly aliv...
I don't know what I believe anymore. If God does exist, then He's just an asshole, creating this world full of human suffering and letting all these terrible things happen to good people, and sitting there and doing nothing about it. At June's memori...
I cried for a while, taking solace in the comforting lie of his embrace. The illusion, the fantasy, it helped. I never wanted to leave. I wanted to stay here forever, held tight to his chest, his fingers stroking my hair, his heart beating against my...
He who believes in dreams feeds on wind.
