Some people use things; they destroy. You're a creator, a builder.

Life is nothing without a little chaos to make it interesting.

In a society that worships love, freedom and beauty, dance is sacred. It is a prayer for the future, a remembrance of the past and a joyful exclamation of thanks for the present.

What one person does, several people usually consider.

My prayer is simple my dear one, my dear one. May you never need understand. My prayer is for peacetime, my child, my child. Live it well and this life can be grand.

White pill, blue pill, yellow pill, purple pill; its like swallowing a rainbow every bedtime.

We are not. We never were; we never shall be. We return to the void we never, for mehay is the center of all, and all is the center of nothing.

I could not cry for my own brother; he would not want me to. But I found myself crying for this hated stranger and the endless slaughter that I had almost contributed to." (page 8)

Sacrifice of live, sacrifice for love. Fate is gentle and harsh; she gives and she takes.

A story isn't a charcoal sketch, where every stroke lies on the surface to be seen. It's an oil painting, filled with layers that the author must uncover so carefully to show its beauty.

I'm standing in a slaughterhouse where the cattle are begging to become hamburgers. I have a right to be jumpy.

Something contracts in my chest. The air shifts, grows heavy and dense as mud. Alexa twists her hair around her finger and whispers, "Didn't you even try to escape, Charlotte?

Even though you can't expect to defeat the absurdity of the world, you must make the attempt. That's morality, that's religion, that's art, that's life.

You have to believe in yourself before the world has given you any indication that you should believe in yourself as a writer.

I think we make our own hell down here during our life times- the penalty for not being true; the punishment for fear; we suffer the consequences

Evil deeds do not prosper; the slow man catches up with the swift.

Another day, another dollar, another war, another tower Went up where the homeless had their home.

It's you, so I feel that a person who will understand you, a person who will find you is waiting out there. So just keep on trying your best.

My grandma has said many of the things her character says. But she was much nicer! I made her meaner for dramatic purposes.

If you're teaching today what you were teaching five years ago, either the field is dead or you are.

If you were Jesus with missing years to kill where would you go?