The cruelest thing, hope, the way it strings you along, the way it makes you believe.

Books didn't make me wallow in darkness, darkness made me wallow in books.

Freedom of speech doesn't mean freedom from judgement.

How could I possibly try to pretend the sunlight doesn’t exist, now that it’s taken so much of me?

I am confident, I am capable, and I will not wait to be rescued by a woodsman or a hunter.

I like libraries. It's a comfort that knowledge can be save for so long. That what we learn can be passed on.

Knowledge does have a way of making you an outcast.

Maybe all you can do, when your world is burning, is hold on to the thing you love the most.

I'm friggin' awesome! So screw the haters!

I follow, always, because its the only time when our hearts beat in perfect harmony, the only time when Im certain, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that we are one person broken in two.

My sister has the heart of an artist with a hatchet and an eye patch. And I, we both now know, have a heart that is undeniably, irreparably different.

Our heart creates everything from nothing. That is the magical power of love.

I Know not everyone will like me, but this is who I am So if you don't like it, Tough!

Just just because there are flaws in aircraft design that doesn't mean flying carpets exist.

When it comes to the British monarchy, I prefer to be seduced by an image than presented with a real person. It's kind of a Warhol thing.

It’s better not to know so much about what things mean or how they might be interpreted or you’ll be too afraid to let things keep happening.

If you are as happy, my dear sir, on entering this house as I am in leaving it and returning home, you are the happiest man in this country.

The interesting thing is that I found scenes which I put together which could appeal to almost every woman, or apply to almost every woman after the war. Falling in love, dancing, marrying.

Merely by being born intelligent, you right away find yourself in absolute exile.

The greatest enemy of ordinary daily goodness and joy is not imperfection, but the demand for some supposed perfection or order.

What a rude Lump our World is that we are so apt to dote upon.