Quotes About People

These days, all I ask of Fate is that the people she hurls into my life, whether they are evil or good, or morally bipolar, should be amusing to one degree or another. This is a big request to make of busy Fate, who has billions of lives to keep in constant turmoil.

say, "Sometimes I think there may be more truth in fiction than in real life. Or at least truth condensed so that it's more easily understood. But what do I know of real people or the world, considering my strange existence?

There is no fate, only free will, and we were just in the way of other people's free will when they decided to do the Devil's work. People are doing the Devil's work everywhere you go; there's no avoiding it unless you go live on a mountaintop somewhere, a hundred miles from everyone.

By now, he should not be the least surprised by the capacity of evil people to deceive their credulous friends and neighbors—or by the unconscious preference of so many people to be deceived.

Truly evil people aren't given the license to linger. The fact that you've been here so long since death means you don't have any reason to fear what comes next.

Tempe, where the unfortunately named Hohokam people ruled so long ago that

I despaired that so many people, born with the knowledge of intuition and with the ability to reason, shaped their lives instead by sheer emotion. So many were swept away by boldfaced lies and swayed into currents of vicious fantasies, until they were so far from the shore of truth that they couldn't even see it.

This man on sixteen people's directories was named Alexander Gordius.

Law don't remember it was once handed down from somewhere, that it once meant not just no, but was a way to live and a reason to live that way. Law now thinks nobody but politicians made it or remake it, so maybe it ain't a surprise some people don't care anymore about law, and even some lawmen don't understand the real reason for law.

You and people like you must have developed these places. You must believe you can come and go from them as anonymous as ghosts." He wanted to argue, persuade, litigate, but no jury waited to be convinced, no judge to rule in his favor. There was just Jane, who had no courtroom role. She was only, possibly, his executioner.

if their business model had been to wait for good people to pay for evil people to be killed, they probably wouldn't have a lot of customers for their service. Good people didn't solve their problems that way. Which was one reason why bad people got away with being bad for so long. He might have continued staring at Enter Your Password and brooding about good and evil, but a strange and disturbing thing happened.

To create good fiction, you have to like people enough to want to write about the human condition—but close yourself alone in a room for a large part of your life to get the job done right.

Technology changes nothing. People were people before and after the steam engine, before and after the airplane. But Ã¢â'¬Â¦ not quite now. Walls. That's what it is. The problem is walls.

despaired that so many people, born with the knowledge of intuition and with the ability to reason, shaped their lives instead by sheer emotion. So many were swept away by boldfaced lies and swayed into currents of vicious fantasies, until they were so far from

It is the history of evil people that they first seek to destroy innocence because innocence is beauty, and then seek to destroy what is merely beautiful because it reminds them of the innocence they have forsaken.

People should not be allowed to be born that beautiful. They get away with too much. Beauty is truth? That last couplet always bothered me. In art, in an urn, maybe, but in people, no way. In fact, sometimes I think physical beauty may be the biggest scam ever played upon mankind.

Music does propagate myths and people have tried to make that myth more than it was.

Nobody's going to cook me and eat me, I hope. People don't quite understand, Michael said, and he may have been serious, to be eaten pays a compliment to your power.

THE PEOPLE'S THIRST FOR FREEDOM HAS DRIVEN US TO DRINK BAD WATER.

FH: All these... weirdos, and me... getting a little better every day right in the middle of 'em. I had never known... I had never even imagined for a heartbeat that... there might be a place in the world for people like us...Jesus' Son

It was raining. Gigantic ferns leaned over us. The forest drifted down a hill. I could hear a creek rushing down among rocks. And you, you ridiculous people, you expect me to help you.

It was raining. Gigantic ferns leaned over us. The forest drifted down a hill. I could hear a creek rushing down among the rocks. And you, you ridiculous people, you expect me to help you.

I go to the movies as I'd go to the dawn, / and the triumphs there, the things that are brought to light, / the large, sad lives of people not so different from me, their stories heard / through a tumbler held to the ear / and seen through a gauze of falling sand— / these are my triumphs; I am brought to light. — Denis Johnson, from "Movie Within a Movie," The Veil: Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 1987)

People entering the bars on First Avenue gave up their bodies. Then only the demons inhabiting us could be seen.