Red is the first color of spring. It's the real color of rebirth. Of beginning.

The beauty of dystopia is that it lets us vicariously experience future worlds - but we still have the power to change our own.

I realize now how much courage it takes to choose the life you want, whatever that might be.

When we read dystopia, we root for these people to break free because we are these people; hoping and fighting against things that are bigger than ourselves.

In the end you can't always choose what to keep. You can only choose how you let it go.

Growing apart doesn't change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I'm glad for that.

Every minute you spend with someone gives them a part of your life and takes part of theirs.

It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures.

This is a difficult balance, telling the truth: how much to share, how much to keep, which truths will wound but not ruin, which will cut too deep to heal.

Forgetting lets you live without the pain for a moment but remembering hits hard.

I am trapped in glass and I want to break out and breath deep but I´m too afraid that it will hurt.

Like all fiction, my lies are just my efforts to be truer than the truth.

Every artist writes his own autobiography.

May the hair on your toes never fall out!

Sometimes there isn't a way to hug and make everything better.

We've all got troubles. We all make mistakes. But let's not take a little river turn it into lake.

I am the result of the good choices I've made and the bad choices.

So astounding are the facts in this connection, that it would seem as though the Creator, himself had electrically designed this planet.

In a constitutional democracy the moral content of law must be given by the morality of the framer or legislator, never by the morality of the judge.

Lovely morning! How lovely life can be!