I’m sorry,” he repeats again, too low for Raven and Tack to hear. “I’m sorry for everything.

But how could anyone who's ever seen a summer - big explosion of green and skies lit up electric with splashy sunsets, a riot of flowers and wind that smells like honey - pick the snow?

Live free or die.

It's funny, isn't it? When you are young you just want to be old, and then later you wish you could go back to being a kid.

How can someone have the power to shatter you to dust--and also to make you feel so whole?

Fridays are the hardest in some ways: you’re so close to freedom.

Dystopian novels help people process their fears about what the future might look like; further, they usually show that there is always hope, even in the bleakest future.

And when it started to get dark you pointed to the sky, and told me there was a star for every thing you loved about me.

i think of all the thousands of billions of steps and missteps and chances and coincidences that have brought me here. Brought you here, and it feels like the biggest miracle in the world.

I love you. Remember. They cannot take it

I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.

I have written in my life many critical poems, but viewed in retrospect, they were merely a human harmless reflection, and not a true likeness of the real society of today.

[The 10-Second Rule's] power is in its simplicity, and yet it gets straight to the heart of what it means to actually follow Jesus.

Your consent is your character.

There would be no great men if there were no little ones.

My mom and I had a kids' clothing store called Smooch for six years, and I did all the buying before I even had kids.

The older we get, the more Jewish we become in my family.

Never confuse activity with action.

Not what the mind sees, but what the mind imagines the eye must see.

The land of embarrassment and breakfast.

Could fulfillment ever be felt as deeply as loss?