Come with me somewhere. Please. I've been waiting eight months to talk to you

So she searches for light, only to realize it's in her, like an ember equipped to ignite.

When it all comes down to it, it’s just me and her against the world. Always has been.

It's amazing how the things you remember forever are the things you'd rather forget and the things you desperately want to grasp onto seem to slip away like sand in the wind.

The cemetery is my sense of comfort, my sanctuary in a world of darkness, the one piece of light that i have in my life.

I'm just here,existing at the surface of the water,not quite drowning but not quite able to breathe.

In the existence of our lives, there is a single coincidence that brings us together and for a moment, our hearts beat as one.

Once a blooming red rose, full of streaming life in its veins. Now a wilting black petal rupturing with death and pain.

I don't believe that. I don't believe that there are bad things about you. Only things that you think are bad.

No one has ever needed me before because I’ve never let anyone that far in.

That’s you. Callie, you’re the only person that’s ever made me feel happy about anything. That night you saved me, you changed something in me—you made me want to live.

The imagination is the goal of history. I see culture as an effort to literally realize our collective dreams.

Jazz does not belong to one race or culture, but is a gift that America has given the world.

I like peasants-they are not sophisticated enough to reason speciously.

Art is about eliminating almost everything in order to focus on the thing that you need to talk about.

There are some things you don't learn about yourself until you let someone else into the most intimate places of your heart.

When you do try to picture the boys who do ask you out, they're absolutely featureless, like old carvings eroded by centuries of rain and wind.

Race is still the No. 1 determinant in every election.

The first indication that we are killing our dreams is lack of time.

The statesman's task is to hear God's footsteps marching through history, and to try and catch on to His coattails as He marches past.

Journalists should think of themselves as outside the Establishment, and owners can't be too worried about what they're told at their country clubs.