I like music, ' she said slowly, 'because when I hear it, I...I lose myself within myself if that makes any sense. I become empty and full all at once.

We each survive in our own way.

No. I can survive well enough on my own— if given the proper reading material.

You could be great. You could rattle the stars. You could do anything if only you dared.

Sometimes, the wicked will tell us things just to confuse us–to haunt our thoughts long after we've faced them.

What's the point in having a mind if you don't use it to make judgements?

I'm not married, ” he said softly, “because I can't stomach the idea of marrying a woman inferior to me in mind and spirit. It would mean the death of my soul.

He opened his mouth, but stopped as he beheld her smile. Though she had no regrets about her choice, she felt something strangely like disappointment when he said, "As you wish.

Some people just need a high-five. In the face. With my knives.

A lovely girl gazing at the stars, and the stars who gazed back.

Her hand rose to her lips and she stared up at the stars, feeling her heart grow, and grow, and grow.

Why should any guy want to be only friends with a girl? It’s like agreeing to be near a chocolate cake and never eat it. It’s like sitting in a racing car but not driving it.

The truth is that progress is usually small and sneaky.

The practice of perseverance is the discipline of the noblest virtues. To run well, we must run to the end. It is not the fighting but the' conquering that gives a hero his title to renown.

Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.

Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles.

When you punish a person for dreaming his dream, don't expect him to thank or forgive you.

The world that we perceive is a reflection of our own states of mind and reveals our own level of consciousness.

I’m very faithful to myself. When you do things that are true it just comes out quite instinctively.

Moment after moment everything comes out of nothingness. This is the true joy of life.

Through reading literature we can make ghosts speak to us, and we can speak back to them.