1, 320 seconds walk into the room before he does.

All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart.

I'm oxygen and he's dying to breathe.

Laughter comes from living." I shrug, try to sound indifferent. "I've never really been alive before.

I hope he doesn't know he just touched my leg.And nothing happened.

His lips soften into a smile that cracks apart my spine. He repeats my name like the word amuses him. Entertains him. Delights him.

Why are you touchin

I am suspended in the moment. Flickering images faded with age, frozen thoughts hovering precariously in dead space, a whirlwind of memories that slice through my soul.

Sometimes I think the loneliness inside of me is going to explode through my skin and sometimes im not sure if crying or screaming or laughing through the hysteria will solve anything at all

Things are changing, but this time I'm not afraid. This time I know who I am. This time I've made the right choice and fighting for the right team. I feel safe. Confident

Hate looks just like everybody else until it smiles. Until it spins around and lies with lips and teeth carved into the semblance of something too passive to punch.

He may take long walksin the raining darkalmost aimlesslyto a spot of soaked grassin a neighbor’s open field.He’s decided this is the placefor you and him to meet again.

I'm not negative, pessimistic, angry, antisocial or schizophrenic. I'm a writer, and entitled to all that with pride.

I'm human. That's how humans spend their time, doing shitty things.

We are star stuff which has taken its destiny into its own hands. The loom of time and space works the most astonishing transformations of matter.

Within us there is someone who knows everything, wills everything, does everything better than we ourselves.

In all I wish, how happy should I be, Thou grand Deluder, were it not for thee? So weak thou art that fools thy power despise; And yet so strong, thou triumph'st o'er the wise.

Character is formed, not by laws, commands, and decrees, but by quiet influence, unconscious suggestion and personal guidance.

Nations have the wrong granularity. They’re too small to be global and too big to be local, and all they can think about is competing.

Its a rare thing when a father and son can share the same experience. My father and I have seen all 19 Bond films together, two or three times.

When your world is in pieces, you can choose to see it as crumbling or building. Your attitude, resilience and determination mark the difference.