Is it sad to fancy David Tennant when you're dead?

Don't you think it's better to be extremely happy for a short while, even if you lose it, than to be just okay for your whole life?

The pain has left but I know that it has not gone far, that it is sulking somewhere in a corner or under the bed and it will jump out when I least expect it.

There is only one page left to write on. I will fill it with words of only one syllable. I love. I have loved. I will love.

It's hard being left behind. (...) It's hard to be the one who stays.

Listen, sometimes when you finally find out, you realize that you were much better off not knowing.

Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion.

I won't ever leave you, even though you're always leaving me.

Love the world and yourself in it, move through it as though it offers no resistance, as though the world is your natural element.

It’s dark now and I am very tired. I love you, always. Time is nothing.

we both smile and we are conspirators.

Reading is my favourite occupation, when I have leisure for it and books to read.

Struggle strengthens the human bond and lightens the burden of the human condition.

America is not a melting pot. It is a sizzling cauldron.

Dylan Nice's Other Kinds is the most extraordinary short-story-col lection debut I have read in years. It is a book to be memorized.

I wonder if it's possible to be a Republican and a Christian at the same time.

When I started reciting my own poems in public, I worried that it would seem too theatrical, but now I find recitation very natural, because it allows me to address audiences directly.

I try to work with people who you're not used to seeing in scary movies. I think it makes for a more interesting mix, when you're watching the movie.

I remember things like that...A lifetimes accredidation of unkindness, all of those little longering hurts that I carried around like stones sewn into my pockets.

Dialogue starts with the willingness to challenge our own thinking, to recognize that any certainty we have is, at best, a hypothesis about the world.

So long as the millions live in hunger and ignorance, I hold every man a traitor who, having been educated at their expense, pays not the least heed to them.