“ Don't miss the bus, boy. You're missing a lot of things in the world, better not miss that bus. ”
He hated to think of his own life stretching ahead of him that way, a long succession of days and nights that were fine - not good, not bad, not great, not lousy, not exciting, not anything.
~ Robert Cormier
They don't actually want you to do your own thing, not unless it's their thing too.
Everybody sins, Francis. The terrible thing is that we love our sins. We love the thing that makes us evil.
He was intrigued by the power of words, not the literary words that filled the books in the library but the sharp, staccato words that went into the writing of news stories. Words that went for the jugular. Active verbs that danced and raced on the page.