Using for a noble purpose is still using.

You’re sure you didn’t leave? Didn’t try to explore Thunder Bay again, maybe go down to the park and, I don’t know, dismember some poor jogger?

The rhythm of the footsteps, the sound of whatever is coming down the ladder is driving both me and my mom steadily toward peeing our pants.

You make me want things that I can't have.

It's shitty I guess. They're my friends. But... everything I want to talk about I can't say to them. It feels so separate, like I've touched something that's taken the color out of me.

I hate telling people this. I never know exactly how my voice is going to sound saying it, and I hate the stricken looks they get on their faces when they don't know what to say back.

The things that your eyes see plainly and cant forget are worse than huddled black figures left to the imagination.

What are you going to fill it with?" she asks. "Holy water or something?" "Probably Dasani, " Thomas replies.

I can't believe that she's questioning the existence of magic when she's standing before me dead and talking.

I had a million different dreams but none of them was stronger than the rest. In the end they probably would have paralyzed me.

We've got our heads pulled low inside of our hooded sweatshirts and our eyes are shifty. We look exactly like you'd expect someone to look if they were minutes away from committing a major crime.

There is no passion to be found playing small - in settling for a life that is less than the one you are capable of living.

There is a magic in walking alone, in thinking alone: If there is no one to contact you around, the universe starts contacting you!

A man who gets up very early creates a new day within the same day!

The successful person is the individual who forms the habit of doing what the failing person doesn't like to do.

When I was at college - that was the first time I tried singing. I played in a band, and people seemed to like it.

It is foolish to try to live on past experience. It is very dangerous, if not a fatal habit, to judge ourselves to be safe because of something that we felt or did twenty years ago.

I've always known I was adopted.

Only when we have done all we knew to do can we wait by faith for God to do what only He can do.

I wish the children could be taught early on that our thinking creates our experience.

No factions? A world in which no one knows who they are or where they fit? I can't even fathom it. I imagine only chaos and isolation.