There is nothing that belief plus a burning desire cannot make real.
If you compromise with your own conscience, you will weaken your conscience. Soon your conscience will fail to guide you and you will never have real wealth based on peace of mind.
Conceit is a fog that envelops a man’s real character beyond his own recognition. It weakens his native ability and strengthens all his inconsistencies .
Your real wealth can be measured not by what you have but by who you are.
Most of our suffering comes from sin and stupidity; it is, nevertheless, very real, and growth can occur with real repentance. But the highest source of suffering appears to be reserved for the innocent who undergo divine tutorial training.
Real hope is much more than wishful musing. It stiffens, not slackens, the spiritual spine.
In a very real sense, all we need to know is that God knows all.
Ironically, brothers and sisters, the natural man who is so very selfish in so many ordinary ways is strangely unselfish in that he reaches for too few of the things that bring real joy. He settles for a mess of pottage instead of eternal joy.
We make real that to which we pay attention. The Master knows this. The Master places himself at choice with regard to that which she chooses to make real.
Nothing in this world is real.
Words are merely utterances: noises that stand for feelings, thoughts, and experience. They are symbols. Signs. Insignias. They are not Truth. They are not the real thing.
The real world has no obligation to be convincing, so it throws up some very weird moments sometimes.
Real life doesn’t have to be convincing, but fiction does.
I went away in my head, into a book. That was where I went whenever real life was too hard or too inflexible.
Rule one of reading other people’s stories is that whenever you say ‘well that’s not convincing’ the author tells you that’s the bit that wasn’t made up. This is because real life is under no obligation to be convincing.
It goes without saying that all of the people, living, dead, and otherwise, in this story are fictional or used in a fictional context. Only the gods are real.
In Hollywood the man who cleans your pool is an actor. The man who sells you your copy of Variety is an actor. I don’t think there’s a real person left in the place.
First rule of magic: Don’t let anyone know your real name. Names have power.
Fear is contagious. You can catch it. Sometimes all it takes is for someone to say that they’re scared for the fear to become real. Mo was terrified, and now Nick was too.
You don’t get explanations in real life. You just get moments that are absolutely, utterly, inexplicably odd.