It may seem that every time someone offers you a hand up, they just let go and you slip further down.

The main thing I wanted to say, and thankfully it’s what most people say they get out of the book, is simply an acknowledgement that we do affect each other in ways we can’t predict.

No one knows for certain how much impact they have on the lives of other people. Oftentimes, we have no clue. Yet we push it just the same.

You can hear rumors. But you can't know them.

You can't stop the future You can't rewind the past The only way to learn the secret ...is to press play.

I've always loved brainstorming with other writers, and I consider having my work critiqued a part of that brainstorming.

And at some point, the struggle becomes too much-too tiring-and you consider letting go. Allowing tragedy... or whatever... to happen.

You can't go back to how things were. How you thought they were. All you really have is...now.

Everything...affects everything

After all, how often do we get a second chance?

In the end....everything matters.

I pushed him against his Jeep, looked him dead in the eye and kissed him. He asked if he could come up, and I just walked up the steps and said, not yet. That was the moment I knew I loved him.

Just as we leave the effects of our work behind in results, we leave the effects of our interactions with people in their hearts, minds, and souls.

You are what you consume, and as an organism and consciousness, you in fact become a commodity and predator yourself.

Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul...

In this age where people can become famous without doing anything, we are now encouraging a literary and publishing atmosphere where you must become famous before you can do anything.

The more horrifying this world becomes the more art becomes abstract.

Sickness is mankind's greatest defect.

Is it just me, or did Tamou go to hug a Kiwi before realising he had just scored for Australia?

Twenty-year-olds have a kind of emotional idealism about relationships and about the world that enables them to say, 'No, you lied to me. Goodbye.' When they see wickedness, they walk away.

Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light