Not the torturer will scare me nor the body's final fall nor the barrels of death's rifles nor the shadows on the wall nor the night when to the ground the last dim star of pain is hurled but the blind indifference of a merciless unfeeling world.

I have more than once in my time woken up feeling like death.

Death unites as well as separates it silences all paltry feeling.

The tragedy of life is in what dies inside a man while he lives - the death of genuine feeling the death of inspired response the awareness that makes it possible to feel the pain or the glory of other men in yourself.

It's always been my personal feeling that unless you are married there is something that is not very dignified about talking about who you are dating.

You show your vulnerability through relationships and those feelings are your soft spot. You need to have a soft spot.

My dad like many Southern men is this very emotionally expressive person who isn't as articulate in words about his feelings as he is with breaking a chair or something like that.

We had our first earthquake over here recently. That was a bizarre feeling. I just became disoriented and I remember my dad freaking out. Nothing broke or anything.

I think I'm extremely vulnerable and that in some ways I seek out rejection. Never feeling like you're getting that pat on the back from dad is probably at the heart of that.

I have always had the feeling I could do anything and my dad told me I could. I was in college before I found out he might be wrong.