I carry the seeds of death within me and plant them wherever I linger long enough to love.

When you really know somebody you can’t hate them. Or maybe it’s just that you can’t really know them until you stop hating them.

Every person is defined by the communities she belongs to.

Order and disorder', said the speaker, 'they each have their beauty.

He loved her, as you can only love someone who is an echo of yourself at your time of deepest sorrow.

When you walk on the face of a world, then forgiveness comes.

I knew her so well that I loved her, or maybe I loved her so well that I knew her. I didn't want to fight her anymore. I wanted to quit. I wanted to go home. So I blew up her planet.

Twisted and perverse are the ways of the human mind, " Jane intoned. "Pinocchio was such a dolt to try to become a real boy. He was much better off with a wooden head.

Never take another human being to the third life, because we don't know how to go.

It takes all sorts of people to make a world, as I've often heard, but I think there are some who could be spared, ' Anne told her reflection in the east gable mirror that night.

It a great miracle that I am alive.

I don't know why, but Putin has made a ritual out of humiliating Medvedev. Sometimes I even feel sorry for the prime minister.

When at last we are sure, You've been properly pilled, Then a few paper forms, Must be properly filled. So that you and your heirs, May be properly billed.

I have not personally suffered from the deprivations, the bitterness and sorrow which bring so many men and women to a realisation of social injustice.

Solitude makes us tougher towards ourselves and tenderer towards others. In both ways it improves our character.

When you say I want to talk about racial justice, that's not the same as saying I want to do something about racial justice.

Many demons are in woods, in waters, in wildernesses, and in dark poolly places ready to hurt...people.

I always had the intuition, even as a little child, that I was called for a big project.

I inhabit the wax image of myself, a doll's body. Sickness begins here; I am a dartboard for witches.