Words worth keeping

Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing.

You said you were going for a walk!? What kind of walk takes six hours?""A long one?

Remember when you tried to convince me to feed a poultry pie to the mallards in the park to see if you could breed a race of cannibal ducks?" "They ate it too," Will reminisced. "Bloodthirsty little beasts. Never trust a duck.

All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others.

Why fit in when you were born to stand out?

Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.

You're still trying to protect me. Real or not real," he whispers."Real," I answer. "Because that's what you and I do, protect each other.

Whatever it is you're seeking won't come in the form you're expecting.

What matters in life is not what happens to you but what you remember and how you remember it.

I am very interested and fascinated how everyone loves each other, but no one really likes each other.

If you're looking for sympathy you'll find it between shit and syphilis in the dictionary.

I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.

I don't go looking for trouble. Trouble usually finds me.

What happens when people open their hearts?""They get better.

Imagine yourself as a living house. God comes in to rebuild that house. At first, perhaps, you can understand what He is doing. He is getting the drains right and stopping the leaks in the roof and so on; you knew that those jobs needed doing and so you are not surprised. But presently He starts knocking the house about in a way that hurts abominably and does not seem to make any sense. What on earth is He up to? The explanation is that He is building quite a different house from the one you thought of - throwing out a new wing here, putting on an extra floor there, running up towers, making courtyards. You thought you were being made into a decent little cottage: but He is building a palace. He intends to come and live in it Himself.