Hate looks like everybody else until it smiles

Raindrops are my only reminder that clouds have a heartbeat. That I have one, too.

All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart.

The world is a mess and I want to laugh because all I can think is how horrible and beautiful it is, that our eyes blur the truth when we can't bear to see it.

I love walking into a bookstore. It's like all my friends are sitting on shelves, waving their pages at me.

Books are easily destroyed. But words will live as long as people can remember them.

The words get easier the moment you stop fearing them.

I can do anything I want. Be with anyone I want. And it'll be my choice.

I am a being comprised of letters, a character created by sentences, a figment of imagination formed through fiction.

It's the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world.

People seldom realize that they tell lies with their lips and truths with their eyes all the time.

I'd grown impervious to all three of his facial expressions.

Don't think you're living when you just exist!

All concerns of men go wrong when they wish to cure evil with evil.

How you respond to the enemy of your soul determines whether his plan for your life or God's plan for your life is realized.

Everyone loves the idea of internet fast enough that HD movies download in seconds, but if only the telecoms or their partners get to use the high speeds, it's not the internet: It's glorified cable.

John Kerry spent the day reading to preschoolers ... and the kids said Kerry actually lacked warmth and failed to articulate a clear message.

Do not arouse disdainful mind when you prepare a broth of wild grasses; do not arouse joyful mind when you prepare a fine cream soup.

What was the use of my having come from Oakland it was not natural to have come from there yes write about it if I like or anything if I like but not there, there is no there there.

We have one life to live - and one chance to live it in the richest way possible.

I think remorse ought to stop biting the consciences that feed it.