I got the idea she'd done her makeup up special for this. Not that she needed much. She was utterly and completely beautiful, except for the hate shining in her eyes.

Better to be strong than pretty and useless.

What you cannot escape, you must fight; what you cannot fight, you must endure.

I went to the entrance to the restroom, where the hallway did a sharp bend so nobody could peek into the girls' pee-palace.

What you can't run away from, you have to face

Are you listening, little bird?

Christophe, with the careful tone of an adult telling a kid not to pet the nice foaming-rabid pooch.

If something is visceral and unsettling for me, my job is to not look away, not to punk out. Sometimes the dark things come from places inside me, experiences Ive had, that need to be transformed.

That's the funny thing about old hurts- they just wait for new heartache to come along and then show up, just as sharp and horrible as the first day you woke up with the world changed all around you.

His eyebrows drew together. He was perilously close to unibrow; I guess nobody had held him down and administered a good plucking to the caterpillar climbing across his forehead.

The only place their voices were left was in my head. It was better than being alone but it was so, so lonely.

The biggest milestone in a relationship is when you can fart in front of each other freely and loudly. Without judgements

Now it was just the three of us: the leader, the warrior, and the kid about to wet his pants. Guess who I was.

I was a man before I was a king, and no true man walks away when a friend needs him.

We can see for ourselves how beautiful we both are.

Science ... it works.

Every species has come into existence coincident both in space and time with a pre-existing closely allied species.

He'd just have to lie there and die, watched over by strange stars who didn't know him, didn't care for him. It was very sad, really.

It's just as sure a recipe for failure to have the right idea fifty years too soon as five years too late.

I have heard that death takes us away from ill things, not from good. I have heard that when we pronounce the name of man we pronounce the belief of immortality.

We live not in our moments or our years: The present we fling from us like the rind Of some sweet future, which we after find Bitter to taste.