I love her more than just a little. I think it's because we're both somewhat broken, in our own odd ways. More importantly, we're both aware of it.

She was a wicked thing sometimes. All full of want. As if the shape of the world depended on her mood. As if she were important.

But no. There is a difference between the truth and what we wish were true.

It exhasperated her, but she knew better than to force the world to her desire.

She knew the true shape of the world. All else was shadow and the sound of distant drums.

I cannot help but wonder how many of us walk through our lives, day after day, feeling slightly broken and alone, surrounded all the time by others who feel exactly the same way.

Answers were always important, but they were seldom easy.

Some days simply lay on you like stones.

The gesture was so tight with rage she feared she’d snap and crack the world in two.

But for half a minute she wished it was a different sort of day, even though she knew that nothing good could come from wanting at the world.

Losing Foxen was bad. It would leave her blind and lonely in the dark. Being trapped beneath the pipes and choking out her life was awful too. But neither of those things were wrong.

Are you a communist?""No I am an anti-fascist""For a long time?""Since I have understood fascism.

Nothing like watching your relatives fight, I always say.

We can only think in a language that we master.

Anyone can have a friend, but the one that would walk in a storm to find you is all you will ever need.

We tend to see individual differences instead of human universals. Thus, when someone says the word 'intelligence, ' we think of Einstein instead of humans.

Sure there have been injuries and deaths in boxing - but none of them serious.

Some women get divorces on the grounds of incompatibility; others, on just the first two syllables.

[Eva Braun] would much rather have been at [Adolf ] Hitler's side. All those excursions were to fill up her time while waiting for him to return.

Power is a great aphrodisiac and I am a very powerful person

I like to wear a "Do Not Disturb" sign around my neck so that little kids can't tell me knock-knock jokes. "Hey, how ya doin'? Knock-knock." "Read the sign, punk!"