We spread the time as we can, but in the end the world takes it all back. — Stephen King

I refuse to believe that I was raised in Brooklyn simply because of some writer's mistake, something that will eventually be fixed in the second draft.

Anger is the most useless emotion; destructive to the mind and hurtful of the heart.

You doom yourselves, Susannah. You seem positively bent on it, and the root is always the same: your faith fails you, and you replace it with rational thought. But there is no love in thought, nothing that lasts in deduction, only death in rationalism.