I was unable to throw myself in the ocean, ” she writes, the handwriting more erratic as the painkillers seep into every cell, shutting out lights in empty rooms.

Even a life raft is only supposed to get you from the sinking ship back to land, you were never intended to live in the life raft, to drift years on end, in sight of land but never close enough.

Tyler shrugs. "It's a big world, Jo. Who am I to say what is and isn't possible?

Being a Berlin cop in 1942 was a little like putting down mousetraps in a cage full of tigers.

The more one gets the more one wants

I know I'm stronger in the songs than I really am. Sometimes I need to hear it myself. We all need to hear those empowering songs to remind us.

It is in vain to hope to please all alike. Let a man stand with his face in what direction he will, he must necessarily turn his back on one half of the world.

Truth is meant to save you first, and the comfort comes afterwards.

time is a terrible thing because it erases joys and pains at the same time.

Sufficient to have stood, though free to fall.

Vaclav Havel had this great sense of humor. And you kind of felt that he was making a little bit fun of everything at the same time.

What is a woman that you forsake her, And the hearth-fire and the home-acre, To go with the old grey Widow-maker?