I think, in this strange world of beautiful things, there may be some humanity after all.

Most dystopian, classic and contemporary, paints a future world that puts a twist on present society - a future world that could plausibly happen.

Set fire to the broken pieces; start anew.

Dystopian, by definition, promises a darker story.

I think she's brave. I think that nobody has ever believed what she could be capable of. All her life, nobody was listening.

Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.

There's a hazy smile on her lips that won't go away, and her hair is a mess. It's like a brushfire filled with casualties.

‎I have always been fascinated by the ocean, to dip a limb beneath its surface and know that I'm touching eternity, that it goes on forever until it begins here again.

We writers are resilient souls.

Her mind is a bird that's trapped inside her skull, flapping and thrashing, never breaking free.

Childhood is a long, long road, from which that dark whispering forest of death seems an impossible destination.

The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.

He will win who, prepared himself, waits to take the enemy unprepared.

I count him braver who overcomes his desires than him who conquers his enemies, for the hardest victory is over self.

While art may instruct as well as please, it can nevertheless be true art without instructing, but not without pleasing.

I want us to do more to help small business. That's where two- thirds of the new jobs are going to come from.

Because everyone is someone's child, every woman seems like someone's mother.

Talk about impersonating an identity, about locking into a role, about irony; I went to cover the war and the war covered me; an old story, unless of course you've never heard it.

Outside is the world; it's there. Pop Art looks out into the world.

God sends people into our lives just when we need them, to say the right word, His word, just when we need it.

I'll love you till the ocean Is folded and hung up to dry And the seven stars go squawking Like geese about the sky.