He was stabbed by memory, that tyrant which impinges upon our dreams and leaps at out throat as soon as we awaken.
There is a certain kind of stupidity reserved for women's dealings with men.
Civilized misery is the worst misery. - Hilary Craven, Pg. 33
You don't need a time machine to live in the moment.
Every moment is precious, even the ones behind me that I often reflect upon with a reserved smile. However…I seldom look back, only forward in anticipation of the next greater now.
Greatness and nearsightedness are incompatible. Meaningful achievement depends on lifting one's sights and pushing toward the horizon.
Wake up each day with the glorious sensation of something to strive for and get one step closer to then, inspire another to do the same. You will NEVER have a bad day.
I'm giving you a free shot at my blood and you're playing hard to get? What kind of vampire are you?" When Wraith just stood there, Kynan rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on. My blood's eighty proof. You want it. You know you do.
We make our own symbols, after the event has passed and begun to spoil.
Strangers are never seen through a window. When our eyes are cast upon another, we are in fact gazing into the depths of a mirror. If you truly desire to understand how you feel about yourself, just take an honest look at how you view the world aroun...
I consider myself a synthetic thinker in a virtual domain therefore if I’m way off there is no solid foundation or reference for authentic stupidity.
HC: You think I shall differently tomorrow? [about suicide] J: People do. HC: Yes, perhaps. If you're doing things in a mood of hot despair. But when it's cold despair, it's different. I've nothing to live for, you see. ~Hilary Craven; Jessop
She'd like to be indispensable; that's what every woman wants...
I don’t just want a gripping story line. I shoot for the three dimensional literary Braille to a silent Scorsese movie
Writing takes a pen, a sheet of paper and, to start with, just the shadow of an idea.
If he is a coward, it isn't because he doesn't enjoy pain. It is because he refuses to act.
You get tired of always wondering anew why life has to take the place of youth.
I still want to be angry, but I have to let my anger go.
...sometimes we enter art to hide within it. It is where we can go to save ourselves, where a third-person voice protects us.
How can you tell when a piece is finished?'I asked. 'You can't,' he said flatly. 'All you can tell is when you can't do any more to it. And then you need to stop because if you don't, you will spoil it.
Why is your heart racing Tris?
