Love changes what is probable and makes unlikely things possible

The beauty of dystopia is that it lets us vicariously experience future worlds - but we still have the power to change our own.

I realize now how much courage it takes to choose the life you want, whatever that might be.

When we read dystopia, we root for these people to break free because we are these people; hoping and fighting against things that are bigger than ourselves.

Red is the first color of spring. It's the real color of rebirth. Of beginning.

In the end you can't always choose what to keep. You can only choose how you let it go.

Growing apart doesn't change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I'm glad for that.

Every minute you spend with someone gives them a part of your life and takes part of theirs.

It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures.

This is a difficult balance, telling the truth: how much to share, how much to keep, which truths will wound but not ruin, which will cut too deep to heal.

Forgetting lets you live without the pain for a moment but remembering hits hard.

Any conscious or unconscious thought, love, or actions will bring more energy in your life.

Today it [high fructose corn syrup] is the most valuable food product refined from corn, accounting for 530 million bushels every year. (A bushel of corn yields 33 pounds of fructose)

For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.

Dance with the one who brung ya.

... men want recognition of their work, to help them believe in themselves.

When it comes to believing things without actual evidence, we all incline to what we find most attractive.

In order to protect himself from force, man was obliged to submit to justice. Justice or force: he was compelled to choose between the two masters, so little are we made to be independent.

A photographer looks at everything, which is why he must look from beginning to end. Face the subject head-on, stay fixed, turn the entire body into an eye and face the world.

(Male) culture was (and is) parasitical, feeding on the emotional strength of women without reciprocity.

Responsibilities gravitate to the person who can shoulder them.