I'm pretty sure my addiction to reading has just reached a whole new level.

I need one of those chapter breaks. I just want to catch my breath, but I have no idea how.

It's crap that you're letting on bad year determine your fate for the rest of your life.

Sometimes you have to choose between a bunch of wrong choices and no right ones. You just have to choose which wrong choices feels the least wrong.

When you aren't sure what it is you hate or why you even hate it, it's hard to hold onto the details...you just hold on to the feelings.

Should it matter what genre it is if the book is good?

You can't get mad at a real ending. Some of them are ugly. It's the fake happily ever afters that should piss you off.

Thank you for loving me like you love me. Thank you for showing me that we don't always have to be strong to be there for each other--that it's okay to be weak, so long as we're there.

There will be days that I don't think we'll know how to survive. But we will, because we have each other.

Sky, wait.” The way his voice wraps around my name makes me wish the only word in his entire vocabulary way Sky.

I know my mouth is agape and my eyes are wide, but I'm relieved that hope isn't a tangible thing, because everyone around me would see mine crumbling.

Make plans for your new goals. And press towards achieving the goals with all your strength.

It takes years to build on to a dream but only a second to shatter.

I mean, I went to a Catholic boys' school for a year, but that was to play hockey. Religion class was quite contentious for me.

The political technology of the Industrial age is no longer appropriate technology for the new civilization taking form around us. Our politics are obsolete.

Money buys you nice things but it doesn't make you happy.

I think it's fair to say I'm attracted to playing characters who are rather intense.

It is hopeless trying to go forward when you are looking backward.

No one escapes being haunted by something that absolutely terrifies them to the core, but very few feel it's okay to admit what it is that haunts us.

You're hot for two seconds, and you're struggling to get work again. If it were easy, I don't think that's a good place for an artist to work from.

You are doomed to make choices. This is life's greatest paradox.