Learning is the only thing that never disappoints us.
I consider myself somewhat spiritual, but not practicing.
When it feels scary to jump, that’s exactly when you jump. Otherwise you end up staying the same place your whole life. And that I can’t do.
When I have people around, I'm a chatterbox. But when I'm alone, I never speak. I don't talk to myself; it's just not my schtick.
When you're on a boat, it is this tiny little island where you have to be completely self-sufficient.
I had a caricature view of the guy in the beret with the big megaphone, but a movie director and writer was beyond my role of understanding.
We print money. The people that print the money is actually us. The government of the United States of America. By its very nature, we control that, and this system is there as representation of us.
The West exploited Africa and now it wants to save it. We have been living with this hypocrisy for too long. Africa can only be saved by Africans.
The buildings that I build very often have a dreamlike reality. I don't mean by that they have a fantasy quality at all, in fact quite the reverse. They contain in some degree the ingredients that give dreams their power. . . stuff that's very close to us.
I start nearly every day with a workout.
She turned to Skulduggery and held out her arms. “Come here, you. ” He tilted his head. “My hugs are for special occasions only. ” “Hug me. ” “I prefer the old tradition. ” “Hug. ” “Would a handshake do?” “Hug. ” “A pat on the back?” She stepped forward and wrapped her arms round him. “Hug,” she said. He sighed, and his hands settled on her shoulders. The others were warm and their embraces strong – with Skulduggery the hug was cold, and there were areas on his jacket that gave way beneath her fingers, and she could feel the emptiness within. She didn’t mind.