The place where you made your stand never mattered. Only that you were there... and still on your feet.

Mrs. Cole was a perfect democrat. She hated all kids equally.

The world had moved on and all that was over, done before fairly begun.

I think that's what people most always do with the stuff they can't make out - just forget it.

Talent is cheaper than table salt. What separates the talented individual from the successful one is a lot of hard work.

When you're five and you hurt, you make a big noise in the world. At ten you whimper. But by the time you make fifteen you begin to eat the poisoned apples that grow on your own inner tree of pain.

Do any men grow up or do they only come of age?