I like a lot of talk in a book and I don't like to have nobody tell me what the guy that's talking looks like. I want to figure out what he looks like from the way he talks.

Luck, you see, brings bitter friends.

A plan is a real thing, and things projected are experienced. A plan once made and visualized becomes reality along with other realities—never to be destroyed but easily to be attacked.

In uncertainty I am certain that underneath their topmost layers of frailty men want to be good and want to be loved.

Perhaps the less we have, the more we are required to brag.

“Do you take pride in your hurt?” Samuel asked. “Does it make you seem large and tragic?” “I don't know.” “Well, think about it. Maybe you're playing a part on a great stage with only yourself as audience.”

You're bound to get idears if you go thinkin' about stuff