His lips ever so gently touched mine, and suddenly I felt everything stirring inside me grow wings, let loose, and fly.

I wanted color. I wanted to soar with happiness even if it meant dealing with the weight of fear and guilt, too. I wanted to live.

Beauty, happiness, they're things so big they can't capture them with their scientific words. It's like what they used to call magic.

History isn't all fact--it's just the story the victors tell to keep themselves in power. And it's been a slow revision. The more time passes, the easier it becomes to reinvent the past.

Being with him made me want to make my own dreams, discover my own path. I was my best self when I was with him.

Don't you understand? I want to spend my life with you. I want you to be there when I go to bed at night and when I wake up in the morning.

He pulled me closer until his lips breathed me in, until we were sharing one breath.

It means that two people start loving each other. I guess because it can feel really sudden and because it's powerful. Like gravity--an unstoppable force.

There was something else I couldn't quite define--something that made me uneasy. We were a wrong fit, like unmatching puzzle pieces.

Injustice happened to animals as they born an animal, you are born as man what else do you need ?

Everything of value, doesn't come with a price tag

You will never turn from a sin you don’t hate.

She had headed towards town aimlessly, looking for the kind of escape that could be found only in a solitary walk through a crowd.

Heat in her birds of prey fingertips, smoke of gilded flowers in her aureate gorging hair.

Few of us ever live in the present we are forever anticipating what is to come or remembering what has gone.

Bryan [Cranston] created something completely unique, that was earned by its authenticity. That's what gave us the license to push it a bit.

Everything looks true written down. What you read in National Enquirer and News Of The World looks true written down.

One of the saddest things in the world is to see a cynical young person.

I am not here [in the sanitarium] to write, but to be mad.