The darkness seeps in a little more every day. What have I done? How can I be like this?

We are the children of gods and angels.

The king is dead. Long live the queen.

Through the whirlwind, I hear my father's harsh whi

He was the last thread suspending me in the light. Without him, I can feel myself spiraling downward, falling to a place where I can no longer pull myself back up.

How many times have you been called an abomination?” he whispers. “A monster? Worthle

No one wants you to be yourself. They want you to be the version of yourself that they like

Sorry, always sorry. What in the world can you buy with an apology?

In the end, only the truth will survive.

Good sense travels on the well-worn paths; genius, never. And that is why the crowd, not altogether without reason, is so ready to treat great men as lunatics.

When I look back on my life, I don't have regrets about what I didn't do. If I'd become a musician, it could have ruined my life.

I think people are complacent about sound, because we're so limited by the textures and timbres we hear in music, but in our everyday life we hear the most incredible things.

For more and more of us, home has less to do with a piece of soil than a piece of soul.

I used to date a girl from Buffalo. Why can't I meet a girl with normal parents?

I do not need the idea of God to explain the world I live in.

Let us be quick to repent of injuries while repentance may not be a barren anguish.

The Golden Compass is one of the best fantasy / adventure stories that I have read. This is a book no one should miss.

We still have hope; it is what keeps us going.