There was goodness in the world still, even if you couldn't always see it.

Even when you’d lost everything you thought there was to lose, somebody came along and gave you something for free.

I smiled back and I thought how incredible that was, that they would find the time to smile. There was goodness in the world still, even if you couldn’t always see it.

I told myself that some families we get without asking, while others we choose. And I chose those two. I think that’s what you’d call a silver lining.

I thought about having a proper room, breathing life into it, and nobody minding.

Everything is going to be fine.” I hate it when people say that, people who have absolutely no idea of what’s coming next. They turn you into an idiot for even asking.

It's not knowing that drives you mad. It's imaging things that you wish you couldn't think up all by yourself.

It's amazing what storms your face can hide, what terrible wrecks can writhe and heave beneath, without one ripple on the surface.

I smiled back and I thoughthow incredible that was, that they would find the time to smile. There was goodness in the world still, even if you couldn’t always see it.

It's what you do when you grow up, apparently, face up to things you'd rather not and accept the fact that nobody is who you thought they were, maybe not even close.

But the truth is that I'm gloomy - gloomier than I ever was during the war. Everything is so broken, Sophie: the roads, the buildings, the people. Especially the people.

Life is pain and the enjoyment of love is an anesthetic.

I've learned that nobody's perfect, and I don't expect myself to be perfect anymore.

Everyone judges constantly: positively judging one person is the same as negatively judging everyone else; it is to say that that person is superior in some sense.

Although the gospels of the New Testament-- like those discovered at Nag Hammadi-- are attributed to Jesus' followers, no one knows who actually wrote any of them.

The certain pathway to all things that you want is through the corridor of joy.

I'm all about what happens organically. If something happens, it was meant to happen.

I have heard repeated stories of meth users leaving their children unattended for days as they cook, use and then sleep off the intense effects of methamphetamine.

I could tell you what my good qualities are. There's my honesty; I have a very wacky, kind of dry humor that a lot of people don't get to see.

The way to success is strategically along the way of least expectation and tactically along the line of least resistance.