Everyone is asleep. They've all been asleep for years. You seemed ... awake.' Alex is whispering now. He closes his eyes, opens them again.'I'm tired of sleeping.

I love you. Remember. They cannot take it

I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.

I'd rather die my way than live yours.

Take it from me: If you hear the past speaking to you, feel it tugging up your back and runing its fingers up your spine, the best thing to do-the only thing-is run.

I'd rather die on my own terms than live on theirs. I'd rather die loving Alex than live without him.

Now I'd rather be infected with love for the tiniest sliver of a second than live a hundred years smothered by a lie.

You can't be happy unless you're unhappy sometimes".

This is what I want. This is the only thing I've ever wanted. Everything else—every single second of every single day that has come before this very moment, this kiss—has meant nothing.

He is my world and my world is him and without him there is no world.

Everywhere he touches is fire. My whole body is burning up, the two of us becoming twin points of the same bright white flame.

If We see in Everything something Positive a smile wil sooner be There then a tear,

Let us be honest: most of us rather like our cats to have a streak of wickedness. I should not feel quite easy in the company of any cat that walked around the house with a saintly expression.

We are such stuff As dreams are made on and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.

A lot of artists think they want anger. But a real, strong, bitter anger occupies the mind, leaving no room for creativity.

Before a big acting competition, my dad sent me a note that said, 'Define the moment. Don't let the moment define you.'

Realize thy Simple Self, Embrace thy Original Nature.

Books that talk about 'contemplation' often seem to have been written on Jupiter. This one is a sterling exception.

It's a discovery of a story when I write a book, a case of inching ahead on each page and discovering what's beyond in the darkness, beyond where you're writing.

If there are no books. There is no civilization.

What a joy it is to see really professional media manipulation.