This is what it is to live in the world. You have to give yourself over to the cold, at least a little bit.

She understood. They were plastic flowers of words—but they looked nice on the surface.

In woods where the woodsmen told lies, maybe it was the wolves who told the truth.

Her father said she was a princess. He did not see that she was a brave knight.

It snowed right before Jack stopped talking to Hazel, fluffy white flakes big enough to show their crystal architecture, like perfect geometric poems.

Kids can handle a lot more than you think they can. It's when they get to be grown up that you have to start worrying.

Sometimes superheroes are born, sometimes they are made. Sometimes they make themselves. Sometimes all it takes is will.

She just eyed them coolly, as if they were nothing to her, as if their nothingness surprised and slightly repelled her.

His words sounded foolish to his own ears. He was not impressive. He was small like the world.

At each step there is a small moment of transformation that cannot be overlooked or rushed. And these moments should not be, because they are beautiful.

He's gone now. He did something terrible, but...he did good things, too. And he kept us well. And it's all right if you are sad.

Failing is never too early, success is never too late.

My results show you what I'm up to

When it is not in our power to follow what is true, we ought to follow what is most probable.

I love the rush of being creative. I really think I live for it.

The idea of my life as a fairy tale is itself a fairy tale.

Life means progress, and progress means suffering.

There is nothing beyond the reach of ordinary citizens doing the daily work of democracy, and no problem too great to tackle with the power of active citizenship.

I want to keep looking at ways to stride forward with positivity.

Dirac politely refused Robert's [Robert Oppenheimer] two proffered books: reading books, the Cambridge theoretician announced gravely, "interfered with thought."

The only freedom supposed to be left to the masses is that of grazing on the ration of simulacra the system distributes to each individual.