Do remember, though, that sometimes the people you oppress become mightier than you would like.

Grief is not as heavy as guilt, but it takes more away from you.

No matter how long you train someone to be brave, you never know if they are or not until something real happens.

I could never hurt him enough to make his betrayal stop hurting. And it hurts, in every part of my body.

I feel bare. I didn't realize I wore my secrets as armor until they were gone and now everyone sees me as I really am.

Ingenuity requires creativity.

It would be nice if life worked this way, stripping the dirt from our lives and sending us back out into the world clean. But some dirt is destined to lingered.

I think about pressing myself against him, but I can't, because all our secrets would keep a space between us.

You don't have to tell me everything right away, but I have to tell you everything right away? Can't you see how stupid that is?

I have discovered that sitting still leaves little spaces for the grief to get in, so I stay busy.

I also don't believe that whatever come after life depends on my correctly reciting a list of my transgressions-that sounds too much like an Erudite afterlife to me, all accuracy and no feeling.

Without books, the world will be void.

One thing about Germany - they'll be organised, they'll be big and they'll be strong.

MS is not really a degenerative illness. It is not fatal, nor is it always progressive.

Wit never appears to greater advantage than when it is successfully exerted to relieve from a dilemma, palliate a deficiency, or cover a retreat.

My roommate and my boyfriend, they both know I am compulsive and controlling.

When I'm dating someone, if she bonds with my cats I'll give her a chance maybe more than I would otherwise. But if she doesn't like my cats it's kind of a deal breaker.

I have found that the only thing that does bring you happiness is doing something good for somebody who is incapable of doing it for themselves.

For some, the universe ends at the borders of their villages; even for others, at the threshold of their home doors.

High sticking, tripping, slashing, spearing, charging, hooking, fighting, unsportsmanlike conduct, interference, roughing......everything else is just figure skating.

My father mainly liked writers. His friends were writers. He wanted to find the writing. That was his main frustration I think.