I never desire to converse with a man who has written more than he has read.

Man knows that there are in the soul tints more bewildering, more numberless, and more nameless that the colors of an autumn forest....Yet he seriously believes that these things can every one of them , in all their tones and semi-tones, in all their blends and unions, be accurately represented by an arbitrary system of grunts and squeals. He believes that an ordinary civilized stockbroker can really produce out of his own inside noises which denote all the mysteries of memory and all the agonies of desire.

G. K. Chesterton

The stupid part is that he isn't interested in... in getting serious. We get along. We have fun together. For him, that's enough. And it's so stupid for me to get hung up on him.

Jim Butcher

You can be much more alone with other people than you are by yourself. Even if it's people you love.

Philip Dunne

There was no instruction to be thankful that the Christians were special people, chosen people. There was no nationalistic, political or ethnic superiority to be thankful for.

John Clayton

The quality of expectations determines the quality of our action.

Andre Godin

Me pregunto cómo sería el mundo si todos viviéramos realmente como si no hubiera mañana.

Judith Krantz

I'm generally quite an angry person, and I like to channel my anger toward something creative.

Sharmeen Obaid-Chinoy

Computers are like Old Testament gods; lots of rules and no mercy.

Joseph Campbell

I had only two offers of marriage in my life, and I refused both.

Catherine Helen Spence

The most efficient water power in the world - women's tears.

Wilson Mizner

I imagined the Augustus Waters analysis of that comment: If I am playing basketball in heaven, does that imply a physical location of a heaven containing physical basketballs? Who makes the basketballs in question? Are there less fortunate souls in heaven who work in a celestial basketball factory so that I can play? Or did an omnipotent God create the basketballs out of the vacuum of space? Is this heaven in some kind of unobservable universe where the laws of physics don't apply, and if so, why in the hell would I be playing basketball when I could be flying or reading or looking at beautiful people or something else I actually enjoy? It's almost as if the way you imagine my dead self says more about you than either the person I was or whatever I am now.

John Green

I can see myself now, she said. And I can see what I want to be, ten years from now. But I don't understand how I'm going to get from here to there.

Jodi Picoult