She says the problem with most Christians is that they show up once a week to pray that God's will be done- and when it is, they complain.

Accidents ambush the unsuspecting, often violently, just like love.

Heaven is an idea constructed by man to help him cope with the fact that life on earth is both brutally short and, paradoxically, far too long.

Love is as strong as death, as hard as hell.

Everything burns if the flame is hot enough. The world is nothing but a crucible.

There I lay, wearing dead people as armor against death.

…She kissed me on my thin lips and all my words were pushed back into my mouth. “I don’t want to die, ” she whispered, “but I need to lose the shackles of this multitude of hearts.

As Blake wrote in The Marriage of Heaven and Hell: “You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.

What is it like to wear another person’s skin?”“I don’t have a good answer for that, ” I said. “It hurts.”“Can you remember their stories? Can you feel the love that they felt?

Talking with the mouth of a beast won't ease your pain.

I am more than my scars.

I sold my soul for knowledge of the future, only to have that very pact render me forever ignorant (Gerald Tarrant).

Value is the unseen reflection in the mirror. If you don't see it, neither will anyone else.

The spirit indeed is willing but the flesh is weak.

We have a great country, we are a great nation - let us trust in it.

You're going through the horror of it, you're going through the isolation of it but you're being empowered by reminding yourself that you're connected to everybody else.

I know that I have lived because I have felt, and, feeling giving me the knowledge of my existence.

When in doubt or danger, run in circles, scream and shout.

So she sat on with closed eyes, and half believed herself in Wonderland, though she knew she had but to open them again, and all would change to dull reality.

Characters are an extreme form in Shakespeare's theater.

Nashville, man. That's the place to be.