She was just so sad. Her whole face hung with it, like sadness was her personal gravity.

I was so sad that day. My heart was trying to climb from my body.

I wanted her so badly, my heart hung out of my chest like some hound-dog's tongue, pant, pant.

Our lives make awesome stories, especially if you don't get too attached to the thread of your own narrative.

A friend is like a mirror: he’s the one who reflects your light most accurately. However, a close friend not only reflects your self but enhances and embellishes it.

It seems to me that our lives are consumed by countless wasting years, but only a few shining moments. I missed mine. Yes is what I should have said. Of course I should have said yes.

I have only to glance over my shoulder for all those years to drop away and I see it behind me again, the ravine, rising all green and black through the saplings, a picture that will never leave me.

Death is not the beginning of an endless deep, dark, silent night but the beginning of a bright, joyful, eternal light.

For me, books are music for my mind and my imagination. When I am stuck in something I'm writing, I simply read my way out of being stuck. You can never waste time reading.

Read somewhat in the English poets every day. You will find them elegant, entertaining and constructive companions through your whole life.

Once I opened my eyes to the realities of life, I couldn't close them.

When chasing a dream, make sure the price is truly worth paying - if it is, go for it, if not, tweak your dream a little and then go for it.

Terrorism is simply the weapon by which the weak engage the strong.

Thine eyes I love, and they as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain, Have put on black, and loving mourners be, Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.