The last refuge of the insomniac is a sense of superiority to the sleeping world.

There is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in.

We are not mad. We are human.We want to love, and someone must forgive us for the paths we take to love, for the paths are many and dark, and we are ardent and cruel in our journey.

I don't consider myself a pessimist. I think of a pessimist as someone who is waiting for it to rain. And I feel soaked to the skin.

I greet you from the other side of sorrow and despair, with a love so vast and shattered it will reach you everywhere.

I wish I could say everything in one word. I hate all the things that can happen between the beginning of a sentence and the end.

We are so lightly here. It is in love that we are made. In love we disappear.

May you be surrounded by friends and family, and if this is not your lot, may the blessings find you in your solitude.

We are so small between the stars, so large against the sky.

You live your life as if it's real.......a thousand kisses deep

Reality is one of the possibilities I cannot afford to ignore

I don't know about you, but this whole life thing has been the cause of all my problems.

The spell...curled around...like smoke before settling in.Sophie: "Okay, do you guys feel protected?"Archer: "Yes. Also a little violated, but that's neither here nor there.

There's no use in doing a kindness if you do it a day too late.

I'm not famous for my back story investigations; I'm lucky that I work with good writers and it's usually in the script.

Faith is an outward look, not an inward look.

The abstract artist has given material existence to many unseen worlds and tempi.

You may forget your childhood, but your childhood does not forget you.

Nac Mac Feegle! The Wee Free Men! Nae king! Nae quin! Nae laird! Nae master! We willna' be fooled again!

Stop trying to make this life into what it cannot and never was intended to be: jennah. Only then will it stop breaking your heart.

Greet what arrives, escort what leaves and rush upon loss of contact