The false face had been handsome, yes, but consciously so. As though he was too aware of his own attractivensss, something she found distinctly unappealing.

Only the ship is made of books, its sails thousands of overlapping pages, and the sea it floats upon is dark black ink.

I have tried to let you go and I cannot. I cannot stop thinking of you. I cannot stop dreaming about you.

You believe you could not live with the pain. Such pain is not lived with. It is only endured. I am sorry.

It is likely to make us think we are not caged. We cannot feel the bars unless we push against them.

Follow your dreams Bailey. Be they Harvard or somehing else entirely. No matter what that father of yours says, or how loudly he might say it. He forgets that he was someone's dream once, himself

If she were gone I would be nothing. You should think better of yourself than to settle for that.

I mean only that I hope they find darkness or paradise without fear of it, if they can.

I suppose there will never be a lack of things to say, of stories to be told and shared.

And there are really never endings, happy or otherwise.

I have had affairs that lasted decades and others that lasted for hours. I have loved princesses and peasants. And I suppose they loved me, each in their way.

Ideas and not battles mark the forward progress of mankind.

I realized that what matters with any innovation is that it actually creates more value for people.

Struggle forms character

I will not support efforts that kill jobs in my district and lack provisions for responsibly transitioning us toward a clean-energy economy.

We don't have to love it. We just have to steal it.

Faraday is, and must always remain, the father of that enlarged science of electromagnetism.

I don’t understand why people take pictures of mimes. Everyone looks like a mime in a picture.

To sanctify God is to reverence Him in our hearts, and to represent Him in the glory of His holiness before men.

To truly forgive is to allow the other person to forget.

One defining symptom of decadence is a fondness for vast and nonsensical extravagance.