They’d already taken her from me once. I didn’t want to lose her again.

But how could anyone who's ever seen a summer - big explosion of green and skies lit up electric with splashy sunsets, a riot of flowers and wind that smells like honey - pick the snow?

Live free or die.

It's funny, isn't it? When you are young you just want to be old, and then later you wish you could go back to being a kid.

How can someone have the power to shatter you to dust--and also to make you feel so whole?

Fridays are the hardest in some ways: you’re so close to freedom.

Dystopian novels help people process their fears about what the future might look like; further, they usually show that there is always hope, even in the bleakest future.

And when it started to get dark you pointed to the sky, and told me there was a star for every thing you loved about me.

i think of all the thousands of billions of steps and missteps and chances and coincidences that have brought me here. Brought you here, and it feels like the biggest miracle in the world.

I love you. Remember. They cannot take it

I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.

The task for parents and teachers is not to teach, it is how to inspire the people of youth to find their desire to learn.

What is a miracle if not the manifestation of light where darkness is expected?

If we were fossils of two snails caught in a rock for millions of years.Would we know we were together?

It had been a perfect nap - the sort a man runs into now and again by chance.

I just want to believe in a higher power. That's a good way to live.

[Man] progresses in all things by making a fool of himself.

Oxford lends sweetness to labour and dignity to leisure.

At the worst it was eight hours of makeup, and I couldn't sit down; I was in this crouched position. [on the traumas of being an actor in full make up]

The song was born on her breathe and died at her lips.

Thus the theory of description matters most. It is the theory of the word for those For whom the word is the making of the world, The buzzing world and lisping firmament.