I'm so proud of you that it makes me proud of me. I hope you know that.

She has enough black eyeliner on to outline a corpse, and her skin's so pale she looks like she's just broken dawn.

I've never known before what it feels like to want someone - not to want to hook up with them or whatever, but to want them, to want them. And now I do. So maybe I do believe in epiphanies.

It's hard to believe in coincidence, but it's even harder to believe in anything else.

You could hold me and I could hold you. And it would be so peaceful. Completely peaceful. Like the feeling of sleep, but awake in it together.

I just want you to be happy. If that’s with me or with someone else or with nobody. I just want you to be happy.

he is both the source of my happiness and the one i want to share it with. i have to believe that’s a sign.

Because you're my friend, wingnut.

Such is life. We grow up. Planets like Tiny get new moons. Moons like me get new planets.

Keeping the box closed just keeps you in the dark, not the universe... but failing to open the box doesn't kill the cat.

When I was little, my dad used to tell me, "Will, you can pick your friends, and you can pick your nose, but you can't pick your friends nose.

With the magnificence of eternity before us, let time, with all its fluctuations, dwindle into its own littleness.

What the orators want in depth they give you in length.

It's all that the young can do for the old to shock them and keep them up to date.

Remind yourself of the value of detaching from work that's out of your hands and committing to new work that wants to be born.

In fact I'd like to go back and live in Shakespeare's London.

A truth does not become greater by repetition.

All men are fools, and with every effort they differ only in the degree.

As concerning football, I protest unto you that it may rather be called a friendly kind of fight than a play or recreation - a bloody and murdering practise than a fellowly sport or pastime.

Everyday life is a stimulating mixture of order and haphazardry. The sun rises and sets on schedule but the wind bloweth where it listeth.

Memory believes before knowing remembers. [Light in August]