I love books. I read voraciously, and I happened to have been fortunate to have been in the right place at the right time.
I'm an absolutely dreadful hockey player.
I'm not a guy who needs to read motivation books.
I think we are ready to know that there are going to be people who are ready to save the world, who come out when you're in trouble and make sure that you're okay.
He can thread a needle with a well-turned phrase.
They say revenge is a dish best eaten cold, but for most people, by the time it's ready to eat, they just don't fancy it any more.
I like to read my diary occasionally to remind myself what a miserable, alienated old sod I used to be.
People say you should read your criticism because it will make you a better person but it doesn't. It just makes you a sad bitter old showbiz nightmare.
The way to a man's heart is through his hanky pocket with a breadknife.
By crying on my bed, drinking quite a lot and feeling tempted by drugs. Well, just not reading it to be perfectly honest with you. I know it's a bit of a copout.
Among the letters my readers write me, there is a certain category which is continuously growing, and which I see as a symptom of the increasing intellectualization of the relationship between readers and literature.
If you open your heart, then the object of your love becomes so precious because you are so open. And that philosophy, that caring, spreads.
We're here for such a short period of time. Live like you're already dead, man. Have a good time. Do your best. Let it all come ripping right through you.
I never read reviews of something I want to see.
I used to read comics when I was a kid.
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