Don't put down too many roots in terms of a domicile. I have lived in four countries and I think my life as a writer and our family's life have been enriched by this. I think a writer has to experience new environments. There is that adage: No man ca...
I was born into a town and a family and the town ad my family happened to me. I own none of it. It is everyone's. It is shareware. I like it, I like having been a part of it, I would kill or die to protect those who are part of it, but I don not clai...
I love your hair!" Marlee gushed. "I wish I'd been born with red hair. It makes you look so alive. I hear that people with red hair have bed tempers. Is that true? Despite my rotten day, Marlee's manner was so vivacious that my smile grew wider. "I d...
Since there is no one else to praise me, I will praise myself -- will say that I have never tampered with a single tooth in my thought machine, such as it is. There are teeth missing, God knows -- some I was born without, teeth that will never grow. ...
I'm speaking of the character of human beings, not what they believe in. I'm speaking of those who won't accept a useless life just because they were born to it. I mean those who would be something better. They work, they sacrifice, they do things......
If I imagine my soul, as I do when I pray, it's shaped like Stapafel. No change of place or religion can alter that. I lived beneath Stapafel from the hour I was born until I was sixteen. I've never seen it since, but that doesn't matter. My soul is ...
For the first time, with complete clarity and absolute conviction, I know I love him entirely with all that I have, everything I am, and who I’m going to be. Of course, I’ve told him before, but not like this, not with the fierce swelling of love...
Not with whom you are born, but with whom you are bred.
Poor is what people become, not what they are born to be.
Friends are born, not made.
Great men are not born great, they grow great . . .
It's a true image, born of a false spectacle.
Violence is born of the desire to escape oneself.
Man alone is born crying, lives complaining, and dies disappointed.
Oft hope is born when all is forlorn.
One is not born, but rather becomes, a woman.
When enough is not enough, a Hedonist is born.
Man is born to live and not to prepare to live.
All who are born are always dying.
The burden which is well borne becomes light.
Some girls are just born with glitter in their veins.
