It was hard to live normally when you were constantly pretending you didn't see what was going on in front of your face.

There was beauty in the idea of freedom, but it was an illusion. Every human heart was chained by love.

These pictures are my heart. And if my heart was a canvas, every square inch of it would be painted over with you.

We are bound together, Emma, bound together—I breathe when you breathe, I bleed when you bleed, I’m yours and you’re mine, you’ve always been mine, and I have always, always belonged to you!

The world is terrible, " said Mark tonelessly. "And some are drawn down into it and drown there, and some rise above and carry others with them.

When no one you know tells the truth, you learn to see under the surface.

Why are you wearing a T-shirt under your other T-shirt?" Livvy asked."In case one of them is stolen, " Marked said, as it were entirely normal.

Nobody calls me 'blondie' and keeps their kneecaps.

I've been thinking of installing a train in my house. It could bring me shrimp crackers from the kitchen.

And if my heart was a canvas, every square inch of it would be painted over with you.

Kieran glanced at her with shimmering eyes. Neither looked quite human: The black eye was too dark, the silver too metallic. And yet the overall effect was haunting, inhumanly beautiful.

How inferior the human machine is, compared to man-made machines. They can be decoked, unscrewed, oiled and parts replaced. Decidedly, nature is not a very wonderful thing.

The world was incomprehensibly intricate, and yet this forest made a simple sense in her heart that she felt nowhere else.

For those who confuse you, recognize that their confusion is theirs and your clarity is yours.

[Lily] "Petunia's hair is too curly to braid," She said conversationally. Oliver wasn't sure why, but that was what finally made him blush.

Excluding citizens' voices from politics leads down a very bad path.

I'm a little bit of a gypsy myself. I've always had jobs where I'm moving around and I'm not sure what's going to happen tomorrow or the next day.

Being able to laugh is sexy in a man or woman.

Art is long, and critics are the insects of a day.

In our personal lives, if we do not develop our own self-awareness and become responsible for first creations, we empower other people and circumstances to shape our lives by default.

Bach and Beethoven, all of them, they had to write something to please the upper structure, those with money and power.