In the distance I see a lighthouse. The light washes over us and continues on its rotation. This time, I don't know where the light will guide us.

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.

I thought I'd lie on the floor and writhe in pain for a while, " he grunted, "It relaxes me.""It does? Oh - you're being sarcastic. That's a good sign probably.

...the true value of an offering isn't measured by how much we give. It's measured by how much we keep...By definition, a sacrifice must involve sacrifice...

All we need to know about the storms is this: Storms are born, they live and they die! And they destroy anything wildly, just like we do in wars!

If you don't learn anything but self discipline, then athletics is worthwhile.

Whenever the strength of a belief strongly steps into the foreground, we must infer a certain weakness of demonstrability and the improbability of that belief.

All are presumed good till they are found at fault.

I can see how, given a certain degree of sensitivities, proclivities and rage, I could have ended up differently.

To foreswear romantic love forever. To never grow up, never get married. To be maiden eternally.

In sober mornings do not thou rehearse The holy incantation of a verse

The truth is, about the Middle East is, had there been no oil there, it would be like Africa. Nobody is threatening to intervene in Africa.