We look at the world once, in childhood.The rest is memory

Why love what you will lose?There is nothing else to love.

Balm of the summer night, balm of the ordinary, imperial joy and sorrow of human existence, the dreamed as well as the lived—what could be dearer than this, given the closeness of death?

I think here I will leave you. It has come to seemthere is no perfect ending.Indeed, there are infinite endings.Or perhaps, once one begins, there are only endings.

It is true that there is not enough beauty in the world. It is also true that I am not competent to restore it. Neither is there candor, and here I may be of some use.

It is very difficult to win. It's not in my script.

I am tired of having handsshe saidI want wings —But what will you do without your handsto be human?I am tired of humanshe saidI want to live on the sun —

You’re not a creature in body.You exist as the stars exist, participating in their stillness, their immensity.

You know, he said, our work is difficult: we confrontmuch sorrow and disappointment.He gazed at me with increasing frankness.I was like you once, he added, in love with turbulence.

Once I could imagine my soulI could imagine my death.When I imagined my deathmy soul died. ThisI remember clearly.My body persisted.Not thrived, but persisted.Why I do not know.

Ivy!' I stammered, then glared at Kisten. 'You told Ivy? Thanks a hell of a lot. Want to call my mom next?

I didn’t fear you. I feared us. I feared what could have been. I feared what could be. I feared the connection we had between each other. The toxicity because I could grasp the danger.

Be kind, be all sympathy, For each and every human beingIs forced to fight against himself.

There are no shortcuts to greatness

Happiness does not consist in pastimes and amusements but in virtuous activities.

I love that the book [Paper Girls ] gets to kind of evolve and change in each era. Our third storyline is our best so far.

Poor people and working people have not been the focus of the Obama administration. That for me is not just a disappointment but a kind of betrayal.

In order to have a conversation with someone you must reveal yourself.

Exaggerated self-importance is deemed an individual fault, but a racial virtue.

You know what the most destructive force in the universe is? Regret.