My heart is sand and Orion's cruel tide has washed it away from me, scattered it, lost it.

And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.

I get that you're scared and that you've been hurt. But doing what is easy and safe is no way to live, and a life without passion and love is so far beneath what you deserve.

My life is a black hole of boredom and despair." "So basically you've been doing homework." "Like I said, black hole.

...sometimes I get tired. Sometimes I get bored. And sometimes all I want, more than anything else in the world, is to go on a freaking date.

I'm fine." It's a lie. I am not fine. My head is a symphony of pain, a sadistic master maestro conducting an opus of excruciating, devastating perfecting.

Streams of melting snow.

Why does everyone keep asking me that?" Seriously, did I look like some sort of pyscho assassin? Maybe it was the pink sneakers. Or the heart earrings?

She stared at him in that vapid, intoxicated way employed only by women under a vamp's control. Or the way I sometimes got when faced with cupcakes. Mmm. Cupcakes.

Good luck trying to force Evie to do anything else once she has made up her mind. She is the definition of a stubborn, headstrong teenager.” “And you love me for it.” “I do.

What do you think? Does this face make me look fat?

The eyes of Faith will allow you to see the invisible

It is something to have gazed on the constellated white, felt it running from the eyes and the pores: the salt of love. It is something to have whispered wild thank-yous in the only ways we know how.

The trouble with movies as a business is that it's an art, and the trouble with movies as art is that it's a business.

Every anxiety is a mild form of premonition, and from that point the shade deepens till we get the forebodings and hauntings that merge into lunacy.

It's really hard when a celebrity dies out of nowhere, 'cause it's very shocking... surreal.

Let us get on with creating the democratic and pluralistic society that we say we are.

There we go, that's it. I just hold my hand in this position for the next couple of hours.

The unasked questions are the most dangerous to answer.

Some say, Life is short. I say; Life is tall-grab a straw!

Humility is indeed beatness, a compulsory virtue that no one exhibits unless he has to.