Should we say something?’ Cal asks. ‘Goodbye, bird?’ I suggest. He nods. ‘Goodbye, bird. Thank you for coming. And good luck.

I wish I had a boyfriend. I wish he lived in the wardrobe on a coat hanger. Whenever I wanted, I could get him out and he'd look at me the way boys do in films, as if I'm beautiful.

I want to die in my own way. It's my illness, my death, my choice. This is what saying yes means.

It was strange how words meant something when they came out of your mouth. Inside your head they were safe and silent, but once they were outside, people grabbed hold of them.

Every seven years our bodies change, every cell. Every seven years, we disappear.

Then she says, ‘I love you.’ Like three drops of blood falling onto snow.

We make patterns, we share moments.

All I know is that I have two choices – stay wrapped in blankets and get on with dying, or get the list back together and get on with living.

I love you. I love you. I send this message through my fingers and into his, up his arm and into his heart. Hear me. I love you. And I'm sorry to leave you.

It's all right, Tessa, you can go. We love you. You can go now.' 'Why are you saying that?' 'She might need permission to die, Cal.' 'I don't want her to. She doesn't have my permission.

Bye, Tess. haunt me if you like. I don't mind.

The ones you trust are the ones who can hurt you the most.

Don’t think about those who are not doing it. Focus on your dreams, goals and actions and make sure it is done well.

Success does not come to the most righteous and rigorously disciplined but to those who continue running.

I didn't have the time to literally write and draw the strip at the same time.

When a person goes into a relationship emotionally needy, they are not going to have discernment in choosing people.

But hopes are shy birds flying at a great distance, seldom reached by the best of guns.

Even in my prime, I need God in my life because without God, we're nothing.

The secret of toe cleavage, a very important part of the sexuality of the shoe; you must only show the first two cracks.

Nature herself has imprinted on the minds of all the idea of God

I had the radio on, I was driving. Trees flew by, me and Del were singing, Little Runaway, I was flying.