Sometimes superheroes are born, sometimes they are made. Sometimes they make themselves. Sometimes all it takes is will.

She understood. They were plastic flowers of words—but they looked nice on the surface.

This is what it is to live in the world. You have to give yourself over to the cold, at least a little bit.

In woods where the woodsmen told lies, maybe it was the wolves who told the truth.

Her father said she was a princess. He did not see that she was a brave knight.

It snowed right before Jack stopped talking to Hazel, fluffy white flakes big enough to show their crystal architecture, like perfect geometric poems.

Kids can handle a lot more than you think they can. It's when they get to be grown up that you have to start worrying.

She just eyed them coolly, as if they were nothing to her, as if their nothingness surprised and slightly repelled her.

His words sounded foolish to his own ears. He was not impressive. He was small like the world.

At each step there is a small moment of transformation that cannot be overlooked or rushed. And these moments should not be, because they are beautiful.

He's gone now. He did something terrible, but...he did good things, too. And he kept us well. And it's all right if you are sad.

I have this one little life to live with, it's not the plan I had in mind but I can accept its the calling of my soul. The irony in gaining freedom through the heartbreak of stillness.

Develop your skill around your calling

Sacred soul has indomitable strength.

We can learn from history, but we can also deceive ourselves when we selectively take evidence from the past to justify what we have already made up our minds to do.

My dad used to hunt ducks, and my mom would put them in the pot. We lived really modestly. We had very little money.

I find that vegetables like butternut squash, which I feel unexcited about as a side dish, I'm thrilled to eat in a soup.

Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet confinement of your aloneness to learn anything or anyone that does not bring you alive is too small for you.

Everything in life is elusive.

Two sentiments alone suffice for man, were he to live the age of the rocks - love, and the contemplation of the Deity.

American capitalism finds its sharpest and most expressive reflection in the American cinema.