Love you more than life itself, more than the sun and the air. You own my soul, Ella May. Micha

So she searches for light, only to realize it's in her, like an ember equipped to ignite.

When it all comes down to it, it’s just me and her against the world. Always has been.

It's amazing how the things you remember forever are the things you'd rather forget and the things you desperately want to grasp onto seem to slip away like sand in the wind.

The cemetery is my sense of comfort, my sanctuary in a world of darkness, the one piece of light that i have in my life.

I'm just here,existing at the surface of the water,not quite drowning but not quite able to breathe.

In the existence of our lives, there is a single coincidence that brings us together and for a moment, our hearts beat as one.

Once a blooming red rose, full of streaming life in its veins. Now a wilting black petal rupturing with death and pain.

I don't believe that. I don't believe that there are bad things about you. Only things that you think are bad.

No one has ever needed me before because I’ve never let anyone that far in.

That’s you. Callie, you’re the only person that’s ever made me feel happy about anything. That night you saved me, you changed something in me—you made me want to live.

You’re beautiful, just the way you are. Shine on. And dare anyone to turn off the lights.

High-tech tomatoes. Mysterious milk. Supersquash. Are we supposed to eat this stuff? Or is it going to eat us?

Trample the weak. Hurdle the dead.

You ain't a beauty but, hey, you're all right.

If other things must be destroyed in order for fire to exist, that's all right with fire. As far as fire is concerned, that's what those things are there for in the first place.

There is only one thing worse than boredom, and that is the fear of boredom.

Acceptance is the universal currency of real friendship. . . .It does not warp or shape or wrench a person to be anything other than what they are.

Meditation simplifies us, simplifies us to the point where we can receive the fullness of truth and the fullness of love.

Fascinating, Doidge's book is a remarkable and hopeful portrait of the endless adaptability of the human brain.

Poetry is a man arguing with himself; rhetoric is a man arguing with others.