I wanted my eternity in carbon molecules, in being part of the trees, the sky, air itself

As the days dwindled towards the end of the week I knew only one thing: I couldn't return to our old life. Haroon had taken Honour and Al with him,

People don't really change, they just adapt to circumstances.

They say some couples are joined in heaven, and on Earth they look for their partner soul to be with.I knew I had found mine in her. And who can fight heaven?

The fires of hell were seventy times hotter than the fires of the iron.

I had to be an adult, be a father without a son, so for one last moment I needed to be a son who needed his mother.

Honour and I would have to create our world, live by our own rules. My family wasn't ready for her just yet. I didn't know if they ever would be.

My heart was in my mouth. I realised that I had no desire to know any more about her past. What was behind her made me feel sick, petrified. Only the future mattered now.

Do you have a girlfriend?''No, ' I said quickly.Deny Honour again. Peter only denied Jesus three times. I must have denied Honour like three thousand times.

Do you ever look up at the stars and try to contemplate the ends of the universe?

9/11 forced us to build another identity, to look deep and say who are we and what do we believe and is killing in the name of Islam part of that religion?No. No. No.

One wants to live, of course, indeed one only stays alive by virtue of the fear of death, but I think, as I thought then, that it is better to die violently and not too old.

Since the age of fifteen poetry has been my ruling passion and I have never intentionally undertaken any task or formed any relationship that seemed inconsistent with poetic principles

Good food is very often, even most often, simple food.

In Unity we can be enslaved, and in Unity we can also come together as individuals." Old Woman

[Alexander von] Humboldt showers us with true treasures.

Romantic EgoistNozomi: You've got an idea in your head... how you should act, but you can't act like, so you stifle yourself and don't even try.

Individuality is only possible if it unfolds from wholeness.

The purpose of the first draft is not to get it right, but to get it written.

Having a great dad probably permitted me to pal around with guys in a way that some women don't.

Our brains do not have to be fixed, they can be plastic.