The future and the past are equally meaningless because they are nebulous entities, times that do not exist, containing events which have no echo because they are gone, or which hold no import because they are yet to happen. What is important is the here and now, and now, and now, and the spaces between the nows.

Love is harsh, and it consumes. And more than anything, it demands sacrifice.

At the heart of any poor soul not at one with the Force, there is only void.

I tend to believe that computers are drawing kids -- and adults -- away from reading purely because they provide an alternative, vast source of spare-time amusement and entertainment. I recently heard a frightening statistic: there are less than one million true readers in this country (those who read every day instead of one book per year on a beach). Terrifying.

Your life is a blank, and you're barely a shade across it.

Dreams are life, real life, not simply reflections. Dreams are honest.

Hate misleads, fear distorts and love blinds.