Certain kinds of knowledge rob people of their sleep.

Unclose your mind. You are not a prisoner. You are a bird in flight, searching the skies for dreams.

I have a million things to talk to you about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.

No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself.

Say it before you run out of time. Say it before it's too late. Say what you're feeling. Waiting is a mistake.

I probably still haven’t completely adapted to the world. I don’t know, I feel like this isn’t the real world. The people, the scene: they just don’t seem real to me.

But if you knew you might not be able to see it again tomorrow, everything would suddenly become special and precious, wouldn’t it?

The answer is dreams. Dreaming on and on. Entering the world of dreams and never coming out. Living in dreams for the rest of time.

When I first met you, I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You’re seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you’re worth.

When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it -- to be fed so much love I couldn't take any more. Just once.

Just because you love someone, doesn't mean you have to be involved with them. Love is not a bandage to cover wounds.

I am afraid the greatest prison that people live in is the fear what other people think... Grow up & lose the fear.

This poor little one-horse town.

I would advocate that you show me your smiling face, and how happy you can make your life.

That's point of writing: building what you need, right?

Personally I have my own political views and being straight-edge I'm happy to talk about that, but the music that always meant the most to me, was more emotional.

The human race is fundamentally insane. If you put two of us into a room together we're soon gonna start figuring out good reasons to kill one another.

I have a list of titles that I leave at the [library] desk, because they are bound to be written some day, and it's best to be ahead of the queue.

Percy (to Annabeth): If I was going to pick one person in the world to reattach my head, I'd pick you. Silena: Awww . . . Percy, that is so sweet! Annabeth: Shut up, Silena.

The world wants to be cheated. So cheat.