He mentioned the connection between us. He identified with me. These are the things that many people want to hear, that most “normal” people want to be able to truthfully say, but almost no one can.

Lucius didn’t believe in werewolves. He said that people were too horrible for any other monsters to exist, which he thought was a shame.

There are no mirrors of any kind in here. If there were, I’d want to smash them, but I wouldn’t. Instead, I’d probably just stare at them, giving myself negative affirmations.

I know that mirrors give us a false sense of confidence.” I continued. “The reflection that we see everyday has nothing to do with how others see us. The glass lies.

The counselor says that with more time and more surgeries, I will begin to feel normal again. She says this with a mouth that can still smile. It’s so easy to be reassuring when you have lips.

Ever since time began, people have recognized their true Love by the light in their eyes.

Music conveys to us itself!

It wasn’t a normal joy, it was a bitter joy, but somehow the bitterness made the joy even more wonderful.

The time will come when our silence will be more powerful than the voices you strangle today.

For the company of the great is good company as Shakespeare understood it, as Plutarch understood it. The past remains the source from which example and precept can still be drawn.

It's either the flu or love... The symptoms are the same.

No longer will we tolerate one job killing delay after another. No longer will we accept a broken system that benefits consultants and lobbyists at the expense of hardworking Americans.

We are divided of course between liking to feel the past strange and liking to feel it familiar.

If I could go into the woods and kill a bear myself, I'd wear it proudly as a trophy.