The beauty of religious mania is that it has the power to explain everything. Once God (or Satan) is accepted as the first cause of everything which happens in the mortal world, nothing is left to chance...logic can be happily tossed out the window.
You can't deny laughter. When it comes, it plops down in your favorite chair and stays as long as it wants.
The beauty of religious mania is that it has the power to explain everything. Once God (or Satan) is accepted as the first cause of everything which happens in the mortal world, nothing is left to chance... logic can be happily tossed out the window.
The road to hell is paved with adverbs.
If you don't have the time to read, you don't have the time or the tools to write.
You can't deny laughter; when it comes, it plops down in your favorite chair and stays as long as it wants.
The glory of a good tale is that it is limitless and fluid; a good tale belongs to each reader in its own particular way.
I have to remind myself that some birds weren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knew it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice. But your world is just that much colder and emptier when they're gone. I don't know... maybe I just miss my friend.
Any word you have to hunt for in a thesaurus is the wrong word. There are no exceptions to this rule.
You cannot condemn a man for what may only be a figment of your own imagination.
A good reputation is something that must be earned, yet can never be bought.
You must not come lightly to the blank page.
I think that we're all mentally ill; those of us outside the asylums only hide it a little better--and maybe not all that much better, after all.
Do any of us, except in our dreams, truly expect to be reunited with our hearts' deepest loves, even when they leave us only for minutes , and on the most mundane of errands? No, not at all. Each time they go from our sight we in our secret hearts count them as dead. Having been given so much , we reason, how could we not be brought as low as Lucifer for the staggering presumption of our love?
Obession is dangerous. It's like a knife in the mind. In some cases... the knife can turn savagely upon the person wielding it... You use the knife carefully, because you know it doesn't care who it cuts.
You can approach the act of writing with nervousness, excitement, hopefulness, or even despairâ€“the sense that you can never completely put on the page whatâ€™s in your mind and heart. You can come to the act with your fists clenched and your eyes narrowed, ready to kick ass and take down names. You can come to it because you want a girl to marry you or because you want to change the world. Come to it any way but lightly. Let me say it again: you must not come lightly to the blank page.