I realize now how much courage it takes to choose the life you want, whatever that might be.

The beauty of dystopia is that it lets us vicariously experience future worlds - but we still have the power to change our own.

When we read dystopia, we root for these people to break free because we are these people; hoping and fighting against things that are bigger than ourselves.

Red is the first color of spring. It's the real color of rebirth. Of beginning.

In the end you can't always choose what to keep. You can only choose how you let it go.

Growing apart doesn't change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I'm glad for that.

Every minute you spend with someone gives them a part of your life and takes part of theirs.

It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures.

This is a difficult balance, telling the truth: how much to share, how much to keep, which truths will wound but not ruin, which will cut too deep to heal.

Forgetting lets you live without the pain for a moment but remembering hits hard.

I am trapped in glass and I want to break out and breath deep but I´m too afraid that it will hurt.

You begin to understand your personality, your response, and the functions of your body, heart and mind into different situations, events and with different people, with the inward attention.

The price we pay for the anticipation of our future is anxiety about it.

But such a person also has that annoying voice in the back of her head constantly reminding her that merely "coasting by" in life isn't an accomplishment.

But what I do I do because I like to do.

We manipulate nature as if we were stuffing an Alsatian goose. We create new forms of energy; we make new elements; we kill crops; we wash brains. I can hear them in the dark sharpening their lasers.

You can take the girl out of Texas but not the Texas out of the girl and ultimately not the girl out of Texas.

At the end of the day, if you are an actor, you definitely know that you're just work-for-hire.

If I dress like a schlump, I think like a schlump and I work like a schlump.

The only hope is that our civilization will collapse at a certain point, as always happens in history. Then, out of barbarity, a renaissance.

I never could have planned this, and now I'm in my ideal situation career-wise and just sort of where I am in my life, and I'm super happy with how everything's going.