My love translated sounds like a dead language.

in your dream, you are jealous of tragedies.and the truth is, we all want our own tragedy, because life is pale without it.we want the teeth, the screaming.the survivalthat comes with it.

My students should be afraid: choosing what kind of work you'll do to a great extent means choosing who you'll be.

Cogito cogito ergo cogito sum (I think that I think, therefore I think that I am.)

The real test of compassion is not what we say in abstract discussions but how we conduct ourselves in daily life.

The future may require not so much having a new idea as stopping having an old idea.

Jeb climbed the ladder Fang had just lowered and I indulged in a moments fantasy about someone slamming the trapdoor on his head.”-max

To be broken is no reason to see all things as broken.

How delicious to corrupt, to stifle all semblances of virtue and religion in that young heart!

I want to make sure everything has my 100%.

Always look for forced urgent selling.

Your body can't switch off tired. People fall asleep behind the wheel all the time.