If they told us what to believe, and we didn't come to it on our own, is it still true?

I keep finding myself stifled by the company of others and then crippled by loneliness when I leave them. I am terrified and I don't even know of what, because I have lost everything already.

If I let a little of the emotion out, all of it will come out, and it will never end.

It reminds me that no embrace will ever feel the same again, because no one will ever be like her again, because she's gone. She's gone, and crying feels so useless, so stupid, but it's all I can do.

I wonder if fears ever really go away, or if they just lose their power over us.

I feel like myself, strong and weak at once - allowed, at least for a little while, to be both.

You don’t believe things because they make your life better, you believe them because they’re true.

I laugh, and it's laughter, not light, that casts out the darkness building within me, that reminds me I am still alive, even in this strange place where everything I've ever known is coming apart.

I belong to the people I love, and they belong to me--they, and the love and loyaty I give them, form my identity far more than any word or group ever could.

I think you're still the only person sharp enough to sharpen someone like me.

I didn't know that idiocy caused people to just start spontaneously bleeding from the nose.

I stared at my lap. I wished I were confident, I wished I were brave. I wished he didn’t scare me. But the more he spoke the less I wanted to look away, and the more I did.

Raw, freezing magic detonated from her outstretched hand with the sound of a thousand thunderclaps.

I think of myself as a catalyst of action and a messenger of hope, turning people onto themselves and turning people onto their dreams.

Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.

It is folly for a man to pray to the gods for that which he has the power to obtain by himself.

In show business the key word is honesty. Once you've learned to fake that, the rest is easy.

hate has no literature: real fear and real hate have no words

Sin is disease, deformity, and weakness.

The scholarly authorities on freezing to death seem to be, unsurprisingly, Canadians.

I never deviated from my grim determination to someday have all the money I needed and wanted.