Me would like an invisibility cloak to get the hell out of this mess.

She's a sun-kissed beach girl who goes gothgrungepunkhippierockeremocoremetalfreakfashionistabraingeekboycrazyhiphoprastagirl to keep it under wraps.

I have an impulse to write all over the orange walls- I need an alphabet of endings ripped out of books, of hands pulled off of clocks, of cold stones, of shoes filled with nothing but wind.

The guy's life drunk, I think, makes Candide look like a sourpuss. Does he even know that death exists?

Remember how it was when we kissed? Armfuls and armfuls of light thrown right at us. A rope dropping down from the sky. How can the word love and the word life even fit in the mouth?

How could a mother who boils water for pasta leave two little girls behind?

Someone might as well roll up the whole sky, pack it away for good.

I can't shove the dark out of my way.

Let me just unsubscribe to my own mind already, because I don't get any of it.

That's a misconception, Lennie. The sky is everywhere, it begins at your feet.

The coolest guys aren't afraid to be feminists.

and sometimes I sitdown at my typewriterand I thinknot of someonecause there isn't anyoneto thinkabout and i wonderis it worth it

when you are about to give up just remember you have only two choices: stay in course or start all over again!

But when I was selected, after my very first tour of squadron duty, to become one of the youngest candidates for the test pilot school, I began to realize, maybe you are a little bit better.

A virtuous and industrious people may be cheaply governed.

It takes courage to do what you want. Other people have a lot of plans for you... Follow your bliss.

I have found that fate is as liquid and elusive a word as love. Plato thought they were the same ... Novalis wrote that fate and soul are two names for the same principle.

Why did I want to win? because I didn't want to lose!

I have great parents, and they both taught me great things, but my formative years were boundaryless.

If I cannot give consent to my own death, whose body is this? Who owns my life?

One of the main reasons for the existence of philosophy is not that it enables you to find truth (it can never do that) but that it does provide you a refuge for definitions.