Oh sweetheart, do you really think if youseal it up, that the pain's gonna go away?

How to Commit the Perfect Murder" was an old game in heaven. I always chose the icicle: the weapon melts away.

You save yourself or you remain unsaved.

I stared at her black hair. It was shiny like the promises in magazines.

Sometimes the dreams that come true are the dreams you never even knew you had.

Your first kiss is destiny knocking.

You could not be filled with hate and be beautiful. Like any other girl, I wanted to be beautiful. But I was filled with hate.

I like gardening - it's a place where I find myself when I need to lose myself.

I would like to tell you that I am, and you will one day be, forever safe.

She liked to imagine that when she passed the world looked after her, but she also knew how anonymous she was.

Heaven is comfort, but it's still not living.

Here's to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life.

I like to write about the solitary things people do. Humans seem to function best when they're alone.

For the folk-community does not exist on the fictitious value of money but on the results of productive labour, which is what gives money its value.

Oh, Teddy, darling, thank you, thank you, for restoring my cynicism. I was too young to lose it.

God sees hearts as we see faces.

I try to live my life one day at a time, and if I look too far in advance, I get really stressed.

What if I am wrong? Any rational investment plan has to start with that question.

There's no sense that you can knock on your neighbor's door or be part of a local community group, and that's part of your responsibility as a human being.

Her,” he said. “I’ll take her.

The law of flying was not discovered by the contemplation of things staying on the ground.