His eyes close, and he draws a long breath. When they open again, they’re colder than ever. “And that’s where you’d be disappointed, Lou.There is no good to be found in Death.

You understand what I’m telling you, Tommy? You have a light inside you, and the only person who gets to decide whether that light shines or not is you.

Heartache is my constant companion, and we’re perfect for one another. Two co-dependent peas in a pod. My past and my future.

I part my lips, but no words come out. I want to cry. Want to beg. Want to scream. But mostly, I want to hold him until I know he’s going to be okay. Then I want him to hold me until I’m okay, too.

I felt it. I heard the snap of my heart tearing in half. It wasn’t a messy, dirty rip like I’d expected, but a smooth, clean line that knew just where to break to hurt me the most.

my dear, I have nothing to say.my heart burns like the evening sky.

Today I speak the truth as I know it to be, tomorrow I may know better.

There is so much art can do to enlighten people, no matter what their views might be. If art can't go there or doesn't elevate the social consciousness in some way, then we are in peril.

I've never met anyone who has said, "My goal is to make America mediocre." That's a kind of hard-right conservative fallacy.

I feel something vibrating and I really hope it's your phone." Serana told Dan, who blushed.

Coach Landry was a master at maintaining discipline and creating an environment where ordinary people could achieve extra ordinary results.

Fiction is not imagination. It is what anticipates imagination by giving it the form of reality.

Iraq war has made us overlook domestic agenda.

Experience is devoid of the cherry-picking that we find in studies.

Our repugnance to death increases in proportion to our consciousness of having lived in vain.