Perhaps every moment of time lived in human consciousness remains in the air around us.
I always work from an outline, so I know all the of the broad events and some of the finer details before I begin writing the book.
Adventure, yeah. I guess that's what you call it when everybody comes back alive.
If only. Those must be the two saddest words in the world.
Assume the attitude of prayer, and in time, the attitude will become prayer.
Honor was never taking the easy way when it was also the wrong one. Never telling a falsehood unless the truth was painful and unnecessary, or a lie was necessary to save others. Never manipulating the truth to serve only yourself. Protecting the weak and helpless; standing fast even when fear made you weak. Keeping your word.
Doctor MacKenzie says "Sometimes I think the Victorians had the right idea. When you lost a family member back then you were suppose to be in full mourning, dress in nothing but black, for a whole year. Then you went into something they called 'half mourning' for another full year, adn during those two years, you were pretty much expected to have emotional breakdowns, you could do it whenever you felt you needed to, and everybody would support you. Now?, A month after a tragedy, maybe two, and you're expected to be all better-or down pills so you can pretend you are.
To ask me whether I could endure to live without friends is absurd. It is easy enough to live out of material sight of friends, but to live without human love is impossible.
I never want to be the producer that I too often got.
There are so many roads you can take that will lead you the wrong way, that nobody will hear your name.
I like the idea of having a little bit of a mystery about me.