Somewhere, far down, there was an itch in his heart, but he made it a point not to scratch it. He was afraid of what might come leaking out.

A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship.

Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day.

If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter.

Often I wish this would all be over, Liesel, but then somehow you do something like walk down the basement steps with a snowman in your hands.

I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.

I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sand castles, houses of cards, that's where they begin. Their great skills is their capacity to escalate.

No matter how many times she was told that she was loved, there was no recognition that the proof was in the abandonment.

It was the beginning of the greatest Christmas ever. Little food. No presents. But there was a snowman in their basement.

As always, one of her books was next to her.

If you can't imagine it, think clumsy silence. Think bits and pieces of floating despair. And drowning in a train.

Unless you realize that there is a sun beyond comprehension of this limited mind... the life shall remain confined within a Box...

Elasticity is a fundamental principle of perception,

If we aren't willing to pay a price for our values, then we should ask ourselves whether we truly believe in them at all.

The ego always looks toward the next moment for some kind of fulfillment.

I think as artists we have an opportunity to shed light and share different stories and expose different realities and inspire people and give a different perspective.

Not only are the varieties of morality innumerable, but some of them are conflicting with each other.

What good would it be to fight a war with the British and end up with your own king? Nobody had any idea that George Washington would be George Washington.

Please tell me the cave just had a little indigestion. (Kat)

The weight of this sad time we must obey, Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most: we that are young Shall never see so much, nor live so long.