There was a girl who could fly, a boy who had bees living inside him, a brother and sister who could lift boulders over their heads.

I used to dream about escaping my ordinary life, but my life was never ordinary. I had simply failed to notice how extraordinary it was.

Sometimes it's better not to look back.

If I'd kept my heart better armored, where would I be now?

Sometimes you just need to go through a door.

I was here for a reason. There was something I was meant not simply to be, but to do- and it wasn't to run or hide or give up the minute things seemed terrifying and impossible.

I liked this idea: that peculiarness wasn't a deficiency, but an abundance; that it wasn't we who lacked something normals had, but they who lacked peculiarness. That we were more, not less.

Strange, I thought, how you can be living your dreams and your nightmares at the very same time.

If you must fail ... fail spectacularly!

We cling to our fairy tales until the price for believing in them becomes too high.

What I believe when it comes to big things in life, there are no accidents. Everything happens for a reason. You are here for a reason - and it's not to fail and die.

. . .in your light, had I learned to love, here in your beauty, could I speakknowing of this space close withinas the breath held inside a garden rose, there— there is no time.

He is happy whose circumstances suit his temper but he is more excellent who can suit his temper to any circumstances.

He's named you heir apparent to the Apocalypse. Congratulations.

Reading is untidy, discursive and perpetually inviting.

Consummate talent and relentless passion - The Truth ain't pretty...but it rocks like crazy!

I think hip-hop has definitely brought the black experience to white kids more than the civil rights movement did and more than any teacher's well-intentioned lecture on Martin Luther King did.

People who think they know usually stopped thinking long ago.

Scandal begins when the police put a stop to it.

We don't have enough folks who grew up in working class rural communities.

I have touched the highest point of all my greatness.