In the midst of a foggy field, the answers are hidden But the impossible journey deems them forbidden. The Reaper of Death, the Angel of Life. They walk together in day and night.

So she searches for light, only to realize it's in her, like an ember equipped to ignite.

When it all comes down to it, it’s just me and her against the world. Always has been.

It's amazing how the things you remember forever are the things you'd rather forget and the things you desperately want to grasp onto seem to slip away like sand in the wind.

The cemetery is my sense of comfort, my sanctuary in a world of darkness, the one piece of light that i have in my life.

I'm just here,existing at the surface of the water,not quite drowning but not quite able to breathe.

In the existence of our lives, there is a single coincidence that brings us together and for a moment, our hearts beat as one.

Once a blooming red rose, full of streaming life in its veins. Now a wilting black petal rupturing with death and pain.

I don't believe that. I don't believe that there are bad things about you. Only things that you think are bad.

No one has ever needed me before because I’ve never let anyone that far in.

That’s you. Callie, you’re the only person that’s ever made me feel happy about anything. That night you saved me, you changed something in me—you made me want to live.

Aren't we all a bunch of weirdos?

People seem to overlook an old man losing his mind if he occasionally made light of it.

I was totally dominated and revered my father. I admired everything he did. He was a great sports person. He loved me. I was his only boy at that time, before my brother Billy came along.

I don't believe in social equality, and they know it.

There are sometimes beauties in a character which would never have appeared but for a defect, and defects which would never have appeared but for a beauty.

There's no better tonic for other people's bad ideas, than to think for oneself.

We must never forget that spiritual experience is above all a practical experience of love. And with love, there are no rules.

Being a cover artist is not like being a real artist. That's just copying what someone else did.

...the possibility of circular reasoning arises-that is, using the temperature record to derive a key input to climate models that are then tested against the temperature record.

We find as our interdependence increases that, on the whole, we do better when other people do better as well.