We live in a world of things, and our only connection with them is that we know how to manipulate or to consume them.
I felt like a number of things in me as a writer just clicked.
Long, dark, and lovely she had been, in those days before her mind broke and the parts scattered and she let them go.
You got to be ready to die every day - then you got a chance.
Never. Never ask for what ought to be offered.
I'm not one of these people who thinks everyone born into privilege should wear sack cloth and ashes. But it's something I wrestle with. I know a lot of people who live below the poverty level and have for a long time and it makes them uneasy to think they'll have to interact with people from different economic levels. Everyone has some sort of load put on them, whatever the circumstances they're born into.
The heart makes dreams seem like ideas.
You need to fight in order to count. Don't be afraid to believe the impossible and then fight with yourself to ameliorate yourself. Do it. Believe in yourself. Let a good seed be a good seed now, and then we'll have a good tree.
My father was an old - fashioned bloke, and he actually told me one day, "I'm not your friend, I'm your father. My job is to bring you up, give you values for life and to ensure that you carry those values through. "
Some players need a boot up their backside. Other players need the arm
Here she comes now, say, Mony, Mony. Shoot 'em down, turn around, come on, Mony.