People expect me to be thin and perfect... I'm not.
Tea, chocolate,Scotties and a good book. Perfect!
Nothing is perfect unless imperfection is refused to be noticed.
Perfection can only be reached on the eyes of the one that loves you
Grammar is like a strive for perfection. It's useless really.
Know that everything is in perfect order whether you understand it or not.
The maxim, "Nothing prevails but perfection," may be spelled PARALYSIS.
Perfection has one grave defect: it is apt to be dull.
The past is always tense, the future perfect.
Pleasure in the job puts perfection in the work.
Walk with this tomorrow night. If nothing happens, then don’t come back. Forget about us, this place, but if you feel the Nightwalker in you awaken, then return to where you belong. Return to me, and the streets will run red with blood.
The action of a thing is the same as the naming of it - is, in fact, the real name. The trees creak and they are saying, 'trees creak through the long night.' The long night - what is it? Trees creaking. There wasn't anything that tied life's moments...
Friday night was the night most people thought they were supposed to have fun. Trouble was most people didn't know what fun was or how to have it, so things usually ended up pretty ugly.
Grandpa had made the Lord seem so real, I wouldn't of been surprised if he'd said good night to Him. But after a long pause he just said a-men.
I wanted a life of adventure. I wanted to travel. I wanted to work my way up to being Somebody. I wanted to leave a mark on the Earth and be remembered.
She had thought he was dead, or at least not totally alive, and you could not still be dating someone you believe had an autopsy, so it was not really cheating.
She did not arrive at Annandale without taking the chisel to herself more than once, without rubbing up against a few boys to smooth an edge or two.
As a man, I was a failure. A pathetic teacher lusting after Catholic school girls in short skirts. As a monster, I'm superb. It's comforting to know my place in the world.
He kissed her forehead and drifted into an uneasy sleep, listening to the soft snoring of the creature on his chest, one he loved slightly more than he had come to fear.
If you knew the mercy I am showing by not dismembering you where you stand for getting in my way, you would not stop thanking me.
Her heart - like every heart, if only its fallen sides were cleared away - was an inexhaustible fountain of love: she loved everything she saw.
