I have an impulse to write all over the orange walls- I need an alphabet of endings ripped out of books, of hands pulled off of clocks, of cold stones, of shoes filled with nothing but wind.

She's a sun-kissed beach girl who goes gothgrungepunkhippierockeremocoremetalfreakfashionistabraingeekboycrazyhiphoprastagirl to keep it under wraps.

The guy's life drunk, I think, makes Candide look like a sourpuss. Does he even know that death exists?

Remember how it was when we kissed? Armfuls and armfuls of light thrown right at us. A rope dropping down from the sky. How can the word love and the word life even fit in the mouth?

How could a mother who boils water for pasta leave two little girls behind?

Someone might as well roll up the whole sky, pack it away for good.

I can't shove the dark out of my way.

Let me just unsubscribe to my own mind already, because I don't get any of it.

That's a misconception, Lennie. The sky is everywhere, it begins at your feet.

The coolest guys aren't afraid to be feminists.

There are people everywhere standing in line at the movies, buying curtains, walking dogs, while inside, their hearts are ripping to shreds.

The most unknown, unused and unrecognised tool of the human mind, is the recognition that attitude is always a choice.

I want to stand on the belief that great things are the product of ordinary people who are made great when they stand.

Humor is a prelude to faith, and laughter is the beginning of prayer.

Big Brother is watching you.

Politicians - well, first of all, they should get rid of nuclear weapons, I think.

Sometimes I say, If I had seen some masterpieces, maybe I wouldn't have dared start. I started very - not innocent, but naïve in a way.

Occasionally it does hit me, the words on a page. And I still love doing that, as I have for the last 60 years.

I am not as cross about Thatcher now as I was in the 80s. Begrudgingly, I can see that some of her policies helped modernise Britain.

Shura...are you...in love with me?" "Turn to me," Alexander said. She turned. "Tatia, I worship you. I'm crazy in love with you. I want you to marry me.

I didn't believe it could be so monstrous. It's wrong to be so absorbed in divine law as not to perceive human law. Death belongs to God alone. By what right do men tough that unknown thing?