If people knew the story of their lives, how many would then elect to live them?
We had given it a name, a substance, and somehow, in doing that, we had condemned ourselves.
There is a point when facing the unknown stops being a longed-for adventure and becomes a terrifying reality.
No one, not even lovers, are truly psychic, and everyone flounders around each other, misunderstanding, misinterpreting, sending out confusing signals.
I'm inspired by dreams and shadows, obsession and desire. By nature, I'm a dream collector and never stop working. I question people about their weirdest dreams and the strangest, most inexplicable experiences they've had. All this information whirls around in my mind, and new dreams emerge that form the seeds of stories and novels.
I have been writing now for over a week. I find it cleansing, refreshing; it is good for me. ” (p. 531)
If life is a battle, then my inner scars are medals for valor, for swiftness, for courage, for passion. Evil is the dark-haired brother of Good; they walk hand in hand—always.
I wish people were more like animals. Animals don't try to change you or make you fit in. They just enjoy the pleasure of your company. Animals aren't conditional about friendships. Animals like you just the way you are. They listen to your problems, they comfort you when you're sad, and all they ask in return is a little kindness.
There's nothing like a hardship song to set my toes a-tappin.
A smile from an attractive woman at a bar very rarely ends up in any sort of sexual encounter. But a man is a fool not to push the suggestion as far as it will go, and he's that man.
Trust your happiness and the richness of your life at this moment. It is as true and as much yours as anything else that ever happened to you.