He winked at her. She giggled. And I threw up a little in my mouth

And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.

I get that you're scared and that you've been hurt. But doing what is easy and safe is no way to live, and a life without passion and love is so far beneath what you deserve.

My life is a black hole of boredom and despair." "So basically you've been doing homework." "Like I said, black hole.

...sometimes I get tired. Sometimes I get bored. And sometimes all I want, more than anything else in the world, is to go on a freaking date.

I'm fine." It's a lie. I am not fine. My head is a symphony of pain, a sadistic master maestro conducting an opus of excruciating, devastating perfecting.

Streams of melting snow.

Why does everyone keep asking me that?" Seriously, did I look like some sort of pyscho assassin? Maybe it was the pink sneakers. Or the heart earrings?

She stared at him in that vapid, intoxicated way employed only by women under a vamp's control. Or the way I sometimes got when faced with cupcakes. Mmm. Cupcakes.

Good luck trying to force Evie to do anything else once she has made up her mind. She is the definition of a stubborn, headstrong teenager.” “And you love me for it.” “I do.

What do you think? Does this face make me look fat?

It [feminism] is mixed up with a muddled idea that women are free when they serve their employers but slaves when they help their husbands.

No matter how dark life can be, it's how we react to it that matters. Love & forgiveness instead of hate and fear, create in us a garden of healing.

I believe that many sacrifices need to be made in order to do your best as a parent, but I also believe you don't have to abandon your whole life.

Philosophers say man forms himself in dialogue.

I am convinced that living in an enclave shapes the personality, and living alone shapes the personality too.

Might the peasant expect the Almighty to stay the thunder storm, which clears the air of a nation from pestilence, lest the lightning bold should in its flash kill his cow?

I seem to be one of the few people in journalism who never worked or wrote for the 'Boston Phoenix.' I certainly read and admired it, and feel the same general malaise at news that it is gone.

I'll never play at Wembley again, unless I play at Wembley again.

In spite of everything that was done to me and my race, in spite of the adversity and the bitter moments, again we rise.

Fantastic truths perish slower... Sappho's moon will survive the moon of Armstrong. Different computations are necessary.