I wonder whether she was sorry for leaving us behind.

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.

God knows who you are! God knows why you are here! Don’t live a different you! Don't disappoint God!

To achieve greatness, let us be helpful and grateful to others.

What was the point, I had to wonder, of fighting so hard to learn to protect my life if I was destroying it in the process?

we must remember that the end of personal mastery is service to others.

It no longer matters who consider themselves the masters of events. Events no longer obey their masters.

If Planned Parenthood wants to be involved in providing counseling services and HIV testing, they ought not be in the business of providing abortions.

Unlike a mere deception or a simple secret, which gives the impression that something's been taken away, a great magician makes you feel like something's been given to you.

I've never had that fear of going against the grain.

I got into New College, Oxford. The ethos was that you could work - or not.

In America, Jefferson noted with approval, women knew their place.