Love: a single word, a wispy thing, a word no bigger or longer than an edge.

But how could anyone who's ever seen a summer - big explosion of green and skies lit up electric with splashy sunsets, a riot of flowers and wind that smells like honey - pick the snow?

Live free or die.

It's funny, isn't it? When you are young you just want to be old, and then later you wish you could go back to being a kid.

How can someone have the power to shatter you to dust--and also to make you feel so whole?

Fridays are the hardest in some ways: you’re so close to freedom.

Dystopian novels help people process their fears about what the future might look like; further, they usually show that there is always hope, even in the bleakest future.

And when it started to get dark you pointed to the sky, and told me there was a star for every thing you loved about me.

i think of all the thousands of billions of steps and missteps and chances and coincidences that have brought me here. Brought you here, and it feels like the biggest miracle in the world.

I love you. Remember. They cannot take it

I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.

You must know that I am made of death, from head to foot, and it is a corpse who loves you and adores you and will never, never leave you!

Don't get too comfortable with your culture

Funny, how it took a little bit of pain to remember that certain parts of yourself were alive.

Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.

Calling it off comes easy enough if you haven't told the girl you are smitten with her.

You cannot kill what you did NOT create

The Bible is God's great lesson book.

I enjoy convalescence. It is the part that makes the illness worth while.

Write what you want bottomless from bottom of the mind.

I think the Priem Minister has to be a butcher and know the joints.