I'm just a friendly bystander who they occasionally ask questions of. That's my level of involvement.

How to Commit the Perfect Murder" was an old game in heaven. I always chose the icicle: the weapon melts away.

You save yourself or you remain unsaved.

I stared at her black hair. It was shiny like the promises in magazines.

Sometimes the dreams that come true are the dreams you never even knew you had.

Your first kiss is destiny knocking.

You could not be filled with hate and be beautiful. Like any other girl, I wanted to be beautiful. But I was filled with hate.

I like gardening - it's a place where I find myself when I need to lose myself.

I would like to tell you that I am, and you will one day be, forever safe.

She liked to imagine that when she passed the world looked after her, but she also knew how anonymous she was.

Heaven is comfort, but it's still not living.

Never allow your mind to wander untamed like a wild animal that exists on the basis of survival of the fittest. Tame your mind with consistent focus on your goals and desires.

Some commit slow suicide with the sweet poison of their memories.

Maybe we tried to leave as much memories of ourselves with each other because we knew one day we wouldn't be together any more.

The hallmark of our times is change and acceleration, but we have to provide the history.

Some dead people said smart stuff.

I'm glad that we have a history at all and that we can talk about feminist history. But I do think that it doesn't really pay attention to the complexity and the nuance that is feminist thought.

What thrills me about trains is not their size or their equipment but the fact that they are moving, that they embody a connection between unseen places.

A caring heart that listens is often more valued than an intelligent mind that talks.

If we're always guided by other people's thoughts, what's the point in having our own?

The foundations which we would dig about and find are within us, like the kingdom of heaven, rather than without.