America. The enemy. The rival. The land of jeans and rock and roll, of crime and capitalism, of poverty and oppression. Of home and freedom.

In Russia you learn patience, " said Ivan. "In America you learn action.

Vanya soon found that America might be an exciting place to arrive, but living there could become, in time, as boring as anything else.

Was that tragedy? Or was that comedy? Was there really any difference?

A lack of narrative structure, as you know, will cause anxiety.

I try to forget you more often than not but somehow my mind wanders to places my heart feels are oh so very true.

There is no one in the world that can best understand you the way you understand yourself. It only take you to make the best of you.

Poetry seems to be the only weapon able to beat language, using language's own means.

We learn from our mistakes, we do some reflection, we lick our wounds, we brush ourselves off - then we go forward, with the presumption of good faith in our fellow citizens.

I wish I could print up a sign and tape it on my forehead. I OFFICIALLY DO NOT WANT TO KISS ETHAN WATE. NOW PLEASE LET ME BE FRIENDS WITH HIM.

No wonder, said an Ancient, that chance has so much power over us, since it is by chance that we live.

He leaned down until his lips brushed her ear. “I told you to stop flinching.” And then he bit her. A slow, painless nip but there were definitely teeth involved.

What makes you think I'm giving you a ride?” “Because I'm a damsel in distress,” she said. “And you are a knight in whatever. A really dirty car.

Even to me, as I was trying to tell the government what had happened, it just didn't seem to matter.