Let us inquire what glory there was in an omnipotent being torturing forever a puny little creature who could in no way defend himself? Would it be to the glory of a man to fry ants?
What worth was a man who could not be haunted?
I firmly believe that a story is only as good as the villain.
Nothing ever begins. There is no first moment; no single word or place from which this or any other story springs.
I don't like to make a distinction between the writer and the painter , finally , because I do both things anyway. Everybody's dreaming and trying to put down their dreams in the way that their hand knows best. I feel as much a unity , as much comradeship , with painters as I do writers.
We burn so hard, but we shed so little light; it makes us crazy and sad.
Let the mad find wisdom in their madness for the sane, and let the sane be grateful.
I know the way you can get When you have not had a drink of Love: Your face hardens, Your sweet muscles cramp. Children become concerned About a strange look that appears in your eyes Which even begins to worry your own mirror And nose.
The problem is always sin, and the answer is always the Gospel.
They wasn't gonna give you nothin'. I didn't care as long as they let me play my music. Cash on the spot. . . You cheat me and I'm gonna get me some money, too.
As a girl, she had come to believe in the ideal man -- the prince or knight of her childhood stories. In the real world, however, men like that simply didn't exist.