Horror was rooted in sympathy . . . in understanding what it would be like to suffer the worst.

A pamphlet, no matter how good, is never read more than once, but a song is learned by heart and repeated over and over. And I maintain that if a person can put a few common sense facts into a song and dress them up in a cloak of humor, he will succeed in reaching a great number of workers who are too unintelligent or too indifferent to read.

Were talking about an attitude. Delayed gratification is there, planning, be able to give up something now to get something later.

Love requires Context.

Fantasy was always only a reality waiting to be switched on.

He understood that the ghost existed first and foremost within his own head. That maybe ghosts always haunted minds, not places. If he wanted to take a shot at it, he’d have to turn the barrel against his own temple.

Was there any human urge more pitiful-or more intense- than wanting another chance at something?