I still wanted to know why. As though somebody was going to answer that for me, as though any answer would be satisfying.

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.

Don't live in regret! It is such a useless idea.Use the memory to prevent us do bad things!Regret is a childish wish, or an empty hope, trying to revise the bitter memory of the past.

Every man is like the company he is wont to keep.

From now on, wherever you walk, I will walk with you. . .

I'm not in any sense anti-Facebook.

Apparently their numerous tattoos gave them protection against the cold as they had no coats.

Knowledge for the sake of knowledge! Truth for truth's sake! This is inhuman.

Perfect good sense shuns all extremity, content to couple wisdom with sobriety.

Women have more rights, and women do have their own power in the world.

A controller doesn't trust his/her ability to live through the pain and chaos of life. There is no life without pain just as there is no art without submitting to chaos.

I think that's what I love about glam-rock. It invited you to participate. It asked you to change yourself in all these different ways, or offered up all these options.