And always, I could see that, despite his weakness for her or because of it, he seemed uncatchable, as if he might slip away at any moment.

To not do what you can to protect someone, that's cowardly.

She did not believe he could have really gone, because for her, to leave the person you loved was impossible.

And age was just a trait, like the color of your hair, or the amount of freckles on your skin.

Because I think people must be the same everywhere. Only these people are in my bones.

life's better with girls. boys need girls.

But Tik Tok believes everything's circular, including men and women. He says nature seems to go around and around, and that we all have bits of everything.

Do you think magic exists if it can be explained?

Everyone will think I'm ugly."Tik Tok smiled. "That's true. But we are a small village. We have narrow tastes. There's no telling who else in the world would think you're beautiful.

It was almost as if he was giving her his silence, so that all of her anger had a place to go.

Every kind of love, it seems, is the only one. It doesn’t happen twice. And I never expected that you could have a broken heart and love with it too, so much that it doesn’t seem broken at all.

There is nothing at all that can be talked about adequately, and the whole art of poetry is to say what can't be said.

There's nothing like love or incumbent death to make you realize how many things you still want to do.

On television, journalists now routinely appear on talk-shows-with-an-attitude where they are encouraged to say what they think about something they may not have finished thinking about.

Vivutur ingenio, that damn'd motto there Seduced me first to me a wicked player.

In general, the larger the breeding population, the slower the rate of evolution.

If I looked like Zayn, I would date myself

A man without nobility cannot have kindliness; he can only have good nature.

What a way to pay a man back for helping you. Gah, I suck as a human being.’ (Shahara)

The threat today is not passivity, but pseudo-activity, the urge to "be active", to "participate", to mask the Nothingness of what goes on.

Exile is a series of photographs without texts.