So much of life is in the smallness of moments...but they are harder to mark. So we need the grander celebrations and occasions. People like to feel significant.

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.

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

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.

Treat your heart like a turnstile. Open it to only those who got valid tickets.

15

The general interest of the masses might take the place of the insight of genius if it were allowed freedom of action.

Find something to believe in, and find it for yourself. And when you do - pass it on to the future.

The very impossibility in which I find myself to prove that God is not, discloses to me His existence. [Fr., L'impossibilite ou je suis de prouver que Dieu n'est pas, me decouvre son existence.]

Leather, high heels, and a bad attitude. Here I come.

Ah...' Park said, pained. 'What?' 'Those are alphabetized.' 'It's okay. I know the alphabet.' 'Right.' He looked embarrassed. 'Sorry.

You can't build joy on a feeling of self-loathing.

I like it when I can get really abstract.

The impossible talked of is less impossible from the moment words are laid to it.