I see Jenna, smiling, chattering. And failing. When you are perfect, is there anywhere else to go?

I created an icicle sculpture in the snow. White on white.

Some things aren't meant to be known. Only believed.

I thought grandmothers had to like you. It’s a law or something.

Faith and science, I have learned, are two sides of the same coin, separated by an expanse so small, but wide enough that one side can't see the other. They don't know they are connected.

It's the unknown that I fear, the bites of memories that still have no connections.

The dictionary says my identity should be all about being separate or distinct, and yet it feels like it is so wrapped up in others.

Percentages! Those are for economists, polls, and politicians. Percentages can't define your identity.

Only those person who learned to like themselves can be generous and friendly with others.

The man that wars and judges others is eternally lost. The man that wars and judges himself is eternally found.

There's something to said about smaller bed - you're forced to stay close to me. Where you belong.

Looking up at that starry sky gave him the creeps: it was too big, too black. It was all too possible to imagine it turning blood-red, all too possible to imagine a Face forming in lines of fire.

As long love exist in this so do hatred

No creature can attain a higher grade of nature without ceasing to exist.

Wilderness. The word itself is music.

It’s simply doing what you’re supposed to do as well as you can when you’re supposed to do it.

I care not whether a man is good or evil; all that I care / Is whether he is a wise man or a fool. Go! put off holiness, / And put on intellect.

The smallest worm will turn being trodden on, And doves will peck in safeguard of their brood.