The truth is at the beginning of anything and its end are alike touching.

The untrapped mind is open enough to see many possibilities, humble enough to learn from anyone and anything, forbearing enough to forgive all, perceptive enough to see things as they really are, and reasonable enough to judge their true value.

Is it not true that no two human beings understand anything whatsoever about each other, that those who consider themselves bosom friends may be utterly mistaken about their fellow and, failing to realize this sad truth throughout a lifetime, weep when they read in the newspapers about his death?

?Best way out,” Elmo observed laconically, “would be to kill everybody who knows anything, then all of us fall on our swords.”
“Sounds a little extreme,” Goblin opined. “But if you want to go first, I’m right behind you.”

They say rather than cursing the darkness, one should light a candle. They don't mention anything about cursing a lack of candles.

You just have to look different ... then seemingly anything can be said and done to you as your outer appearance reduces you to the status of a non-human being.

I had always dreamed of being involved in a job where I could do anything related to animals and nature. A vet maybe. But later I came to understand that it was just a temporary interest and that music was more important to me.

There's no black and white, left and right to me anymore; there's only up and down and down is very close to the ground. And I'm trying to go up without thinking about anything trivial such as politics. They has got nothing to do with it. I'm thinking about the general people and when they get hurt.

Hospitals have become places of war, not of curing. No, I don’t think I’ve seen anything like this before.

Man, I was tame compared to what they do now. Are you kidding? I didn't do anything but just jiggle.

I felt like I wasn’t going to make it,” she said. “When I thought about my life in front of me, how I’m going to rise up to anything … it was so overwhelming.”

In one more year / There won’t be anything left there, / And we’ll return safely to our home. / In one more year / We’ll eliminate them all and go back to plowing our fields.

I had plans for the money, alright... and I would have done just about anything to get my hands on it. Someone else beat me to killing Louis, though. Fine with me. One less step to get what I wanted...

I still don't know why they banned me" she says. "I said to them, 'What did I do? I never killed anybody. I was never arrested for anything bad, so why can't I go home?.

You touch on a disheartening truth. People never want to be told anything they do not believe already.

Anything whatsoever may become the subject of a novel, provided only that it happens in this mundane life and not in some fairyland beyond our human ken.