That's the thing about best friends. That's what they do. They keep you from spinning off the edge.

But how could anyone who's ever seen a summer - big explosion of green and skies lit up electric with splashy sunsets, a riot of flowers and wind that smells like honey - pick the snow?

Live free or die.

It's funny, isn't it? When you are young you just want to be old, and then later you wish you could go back to being a kid.

How can someone have the power to shatter you to dust--and also to make you feel so whole?

Fridays are the hardest in some ways: you’re so close to freedom.

Dystopian novels help people process their fears about what the future might look like; further, they usually show that there is always hope, even in the bleakest future.

And when it started to get dark you pointed to the sky, and told me there was a star for every thing you loved about me.

i think of all the thousands of billions of steps and missteps and chances and coincidences that have brought me here. Brought you here, and it feels like the biggest miracle in the world.

I love you. Remember. They cannot take it

I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.

The worst thing that I can do is humanize God. The second worst thing that I can do is deify myself. And the best thing that I can do is to avoid both.

-to judge us all through the machine of the Commandant's monstrous fictions! As though they were the truth! As though history & the written word were friends, rather than adversaries!

We biblioholics have different priorities. We've got all our clothes in our suitcase in two minutes flat, and then we spend three hours and fifty-eight minutes deciding which books to bring.

Children worked in the mills: "I will always believe that children are designed for green meadows and play, not for factories and cotton dust.

I got nothing to lose cause i got nothing.

I hate it when you see talented teams with a lot of scorers and they can't get along with each other.

Among all nations, through the darkest polytheism glimmer some faint sparks of monotheism.

America and the world is not yet on the proper trajectory.

All careers go up and down like friendships, like marriages, like anything else, and you can't bat a thousand all the time.

My father was a dentist. And my mother was a - do we still say "housewife"? A home engineer.