Culture Clash Dylan says when I meet his mother today I shouldn't mention that I'm Jewish. I say okay, but can I tell her about the HIV postive thing? He gives me a look. I give him one back

There’s something so great about this,” she whispers. About what?” I whisper back. About this,” she whispers. About being outlaws. It’s just you and me—against the world.

When we kiss, his lips on mine are like CPR-- breathing the life back into me.

Walking with Murphy through the bone-freezing chill toward the bus stop, I start shivering. And somehow, when he slips his arm around me to warm me up, it feels right. Righter than anything ever has.

The only thing worse than not getting what you want, is getting it.

She flashes me a smile so devastating that it could even make an atheist believe in God.

But most days, I wander around feeling invisible. Like I'm a speck of dust floating in the air that can only be seen when a shaft of light hits it.

My parents are great listeners Which is why I never tell them anything

The golden moment when I’m not yet awake enough to remember that there are things I would rather forget.

You're thinking I'm a hopelessly romantic idiot. And you know what? You're right.

Friends don't let friends commit social suicide.

I would have had to kill him, and Death, you know, keeps secrets better even than a guilty Roman.

Never seek permission to be yourself.

That night, in the dark, dressed to kill, I lost my life—and became twenty forever.

Not grace, or zeal, love only was my call, And if I lose thy love, I lose my all.

If I take offence easily; if I am content to continue in cold unfriendliness, though friendship be possible, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

Power is the big obstacle, or one of them, that you have to overcome and learn to deal with effectively before you can reach enlightenment.

It gripped her hand gently. 'Regret is for humans,' it said. She laughed. 'Really?' The machine shrugged and let go of her hand. 'Oh, no. It's just something we tell ourselves.

Wrong is an addictive, repetitive story; Right is where the movement is.

Mali is a very social society. We share everything. I think sharing our resources in music forces us to collaborate more, play with other people more, share ideas more.

Lend less than you owe.