I'd been born in the wrong century, and I felt cheated.

I used to dream about escaping my ordinary life, but my life was never ordinary. I had simply failed to notice how extraordinary it was.

Sometimes it's better not to look back.

If I'd kept my heart better armored, where would I be now?

Sometimes you just need to go through a door.

I was here for a reason. There was something I was meant not simply to be, but to do- and it wasn't to run or hide or give up the minute things seemed terrifying and impossible.

I liked this idea: that peculiarness wasn't a deficiency, but an abundance; that it wasn't we who lacked something normals had, but they who lacked peculiarness. That we were more, not less.

Strange, I thought, how you can be living your dreams and your nightmares at the very same time.

If you must fail ... fail spectacularly!

We cling to our fairy tales until the price for believing in them becomes too high.

There was a girl who could fly, a boy who had bees living inside him, a brother and sister who could lift boulders over their heads.

Her capacity for love overshadows the stars, lightening crackles malevolently in the wake of her wrath and for all the tangled mess woman brings to man, in her glory, she is the divine Goddess.

Physical courage, which despises all danger, will make a man brave in one way; and moral courage, which despises all opinion, will make a man brave in another.

You persist in this romantic vision of what it is to be a vampire, but despite my best efforts to curb it I have a taste for blood.

You might be a redneck if you're moved to tears every time you hear Dolly Parton singing I Will Always Love You.

You don't look so hot, Adrien." "Yeah, well I'm having a bad heart day." His upper lip curled in a semblance of a smile. "Tell me about it.

At twelve noon, The natives swoon And no further work is doneBut mad dogs and Englishmen, Go out in the midday sun.

If there is a world here in a hundred years, it's going to be saved by tens of millions of little things.

I don't have a college degree, and my father didn't have a college degree, so when my son, Zachary, graduated from college, I said, "My boy's got learnin'!"

If you carefully consider what you want to be said of you in the funeral experience, you will find your definition of success.

Would America have been America without her Negro people?