Adults are just making things up as they go along. And when they’re scared, adults have no more answers than us kids

Without the friendship we'd never have discovered the reason we were friends.

Not if you like lies so much you want to live one

I think that's what we all want, in the end.To know that we left footprints when we passed by, however briefly.We want to be remembered.So remember us.Please.Remember us.

But that's how memory works, " Bitterblue said quietly. "Things disappear without your permission, then come back again without your permission." And sometimes they came back incomplete and warped.

She stirs things inside me that I don't even know I'm feeling until it's too late. Whenever I'm around her, all I can think about is her, no one else, not even myself.

Since governments take the right of death over their people, it is not astonishing if the people should sometimes take the right of death over governm

How people die remains in the memory of those who live on.

I have loved works of fiction precisely for their illusions, for the author's sleight-of-hand in showing me the magic, what appeared in the right hand but not in the left.

If comics need to be deconstructed and explained, something is really wrong with them.

With compassion, we see benevolently our own human condition and the condition of our fellow beings. We drop prejudice. We withhold judgment.

I would give my life to fly in space. It's hard for me to talk about it but I would. I would then, and I will now.

Your brand of comfort bears some similarity to your tactical offense.

We must never be discouraged or give way to anxiety. . . but ever have recourse to the adorable Heart of Jesus.