And even when they refuse to listen, I'll keep talking anyway, hoping on a slim chance that the things inside my head are worth something to someone.

And so I've written everything down, too afraid of my demons and what they may say, the doubt that eats at me from the inside. Too afraid that I'll forget and it'll all be a madwoman's dream.

When you have something this good, you keep it. Forever. And that's all the magic there is to it.

This is a story about survival.Letting go and learning to let in. Getting along and moving on. The truth about life.The things left unsaid...

I saw a dead bird flying through a broken sky. I heard it, and it said, "The world will never understand.

Our love douses us in flames. It's terrible and deep and wingless, but I'll burn here if you burn here too.

And you left your mark on me...With the destruction of us, finally, we became no one.

Stop setting yourself on fire for people who just stand to watch you burn.

The first kiss is the deepest.""The last breath is the hardest.

Here I was at the end of America - no more land - and now there was nowhere to go but back.

We are turning against boys and forgetting a simple truth: that the energy, competitiveness, and corporal daring of normal, decent males is responsible for much of what is right in the world.

Writers may be disreputable, incorrigible, early to decay or late to bloom but they dare to go it alone.

My mother…was perfectly horrified when I began shooting and tried to keep me in school, but I would run away and go quail shooting in the woods or trim my dresses with wreaths of wildflowers.

You won't get cooperation out of a hierarchical system. You get enforced directions from the top, and nothing I know of can run like that.

The thing that I still come back away with is how close so many people feel to the mountain [Mt. Rainier] emotionally and psychically, and yet how far away the world is when you're on the mountain.

If you don't have your own goals, you'll be doomed to work toward someone else's.

Order is the law of all intelligible existence.

Hugo Chavez has tried to steal an inspiring phrase - 'Patria o muerte, venceremos.' It does not belong to him. It belongs to a free Cuba.

The limelight is a tricky place, because you can't believe what's going on around you. You stop observing. You stop perceiving. You stop extending yourself, and you become isolated.