We're a government that believes in everybody having the illusion of free will.
A perverse nature can be stimulated by anything. Any book can be used as a p-rnographic instrument, even a great work of literature if the mind that so uses it is off-balance. I once found a small boy masturbating in the presence of the Victorian steel-engraving in a family Bible.
If he can only perform good or only perform evil, then he is a clockwork orange - meaning that he has the appearance of an organism lovely with colour and juice but is in fact only a clockwork toy to be wound up by God or the Devil.
It's funny how the colors of the real world only seem really real when you watch them on a screen.
It is as inhuman to be totally good as it is to be totally evil.
The important thing is moral choice. Evil has to exist along with good, in order that moral choice may operate. Life is sustained by the grinding opposition of moral entities.
We can destroy what we have written, but we cannot unwrite it.
Is it better for a man to have chosen evil than to have good imposed upon him?
Being gay was a bit like the Olympics: It disappeared in ancient times, and then they brought it back in the twentieth century.
Most people have a rope that ties them to someone, and that rope can be short or it can be long. (Be long. Belong. Get it?) You don't know how long, though. It's not your choice.
When you're unhappy, I guess everything in the world - reading, eating, sleeping - has something buried somewhere inside it that just makes you unhappier.
Telling me I can do anything I want is like pulling the plug out of the bath and then telling the water it can go anywhere it wants. Try it, and see what happens.
Hard is trying to rebuild yourself, piece by piece, with no instruction book, and no clue as to where all the important bits are supposed to go.
My inner goddess is jumping up and down, clapping her hands like a five year old.
There's a very fine line between pleasure and pain. They are two sides of the same coin, one not existing without the other.
I am going to have coffee with Christian Grey... and I hate coffee.
And who are you, the proud lord said,
that I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different coat,
that's all the truth I know.
In a coat of gold or a coat of red,
a lion still has claws,
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
as long and sharp as yours.
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
that lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o'er his hall,
with no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall,
and not a soul to hear.
that I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different coat,
that's all the truth I know.
In a coat of gold or a coat of red,
a lion still has claws,
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
as long and sharp as yours.
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
that lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o'er his hall,
with no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall,
and not a soul to hear.
George R. R. Martin in A Song of Ice and Fire - A Storm of Swords
2People with the purest souls are capable of the greatest evils.
Style, like taste, is resistant to lucid definition; however, both, as living things should be, are subject to constant change.
Really, for a man who had been out of practice for so many years it was a splendid laugh!
No space of regret can make amends for one life's opportunity misused.
But, tears were not the things to find their way to Mr. Bumble's soul; his heart was waterproof.
It is because I think so much of warm and sensitive hearts, that I would spare them from being wounded.
There are books of which the backs and covers are by far the best parts.
Maybe not, maybe not. Cheer up, Becky, and let's go on trying.
Who knows, he may grow up to be President someday, unless they hang him first.
You don't know about me without you have read a book by the name of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer; but that ain't no matter. That book was made by Mr. Mark Twain, and he told the truth, mainly. There was things which he stretched, but mainly he told the truth.
I do not wish any reward but to know I have done the right thing.
Boys suck. Even when they have perfect blue eyes and ridiculously cool trucks. Maybe especially then.
I didn’t fall in love with you. I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way. I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we’d choose anyway. And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.
Death, taxes and childbirth! There's never any convenient time for any of them.
Tell the sun and stars hello for me.
Rick Riordan in The Heroes of Olympus - House of Hades
My father used to say that sometimes, the best way to help someone is just to be near them.
