There's always someone who cares. Someone whose life would simply stop. You just don't know it yet, or you haven't found them yet.

If a castle gets destroyed, you just build a new one. If you wanted me to I'd build them over and over. Let's build them together.

I don't know what lies ahead, but I want to keep going forever.

In the world of love, it takes more than love to make someone happy

Human minds are limitless, like space. It may be foolish for a person to even try to deliberately affect another person's mind.

I'll protect you. I'll stand by you if anything happens.

It's honest to admit you'll kill someone because you hate them.

People seem weak, but they're strong. They seem strong, but they're weak.

It's okay to cry. There's no reason to hold back.

Kira: "Why did Sei choose death? Was it simply to end his pain? Or...No matter what shape he was in or how crazy it was...maybe he wanted to live on forever in Rei.

For someone so violent, he has a gentle face, doesn't he?

What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined to strengthen each other, to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories

Money is in some respects life's fire: it is a very excellent servant, but a terrible master.

I also grew to love Nancy Reagan in a certain way. I learned more - certainly I learned more bad stuff that I had known about in greater detail, but I also got a lot of empathy.

I start to feel like I can't maintain the facade any longer, that I may just start to show through. And I wish I knew what was wrong. Maybe something about how stupid my whole life is.

Guilt is the price we pay willingly for doing what we are going to do anyway.

There's a kind of intimacy that happens between a mother and an only child. Which only gets more intimate when it's between a mother and only daughter.

When I am angry I have a judgment and an unmet need.

Writers build castles in the air, the reader lives inside, and the publisher inns the rent.

No penance can your hard heart find save such as you long since have taught me to endure

What a poor appearance the tales of poets make when stripped of the colours which music puts upon them, and recited in simple prose.