Everybody has something to tell. Everyone has a story. I want to know yours.

He kissed me with a fire like no other, as if he were afraid breaking the kiss would break us.

For now, I'll let you plead temporary amnesia, " he said and lifted my chin to him. "But I'm never going to forget what it felt like when you were biting my lip instead of your own.

We want many things. But few things is needful.

Fiction is the truth inside a lie.

There is an optimism which nobly anticipates the eventual triumph of great moral laws, and there is an optimism which cheerfully tolerates unworthiness.

Blessed is the memory of those who have kept themselves unspotted from the world. Yet more blessed and more dear the memory of those who have kept themselves unspotted in the world.

None can do a man so much harm as he doeth himself.

I know a lot of ways to happiness! I also know some pretty fast shortcuts to misery.

Art - my slats! Guts! Guts! Life! Life! I can paint with a shoe-string dipped in pitch and lard.

To Meath of the pastures, From wet hills by the sea, Through Leitrim and Longford, Go my cattle and me.

We do not know the value of Christ, if we will not cleave to Him unto death!

It seemed to me as if the stones sang, in the strangest voices, in the language of Ultima Thule.