Fools are the only folk on the earth who can absolutely count on getting what they deserve.
Good books are for consideration after, too.
No writer, painter, or actor - no artist - is ever handed a sharp knife (although a few people are handed almighty big ones; the name we give to the artist with the big knife is 'genius'), and we hone with varying degrees of zeal and aptitude.
What can be done when you’re eleven can often never be done again.
Sometimes [...] real love is silent as well as blind.
As far as where I go when I die, the concept that I am simple going to flick out, like a light bulb, to me is not only spiritually impossible to believe, but logically it is laughable - the idea that we simply die and nothing happens.