Welcome to the free world. We give people the power to choose. They can even choose the wrong thing. Beautiful, isn't it?

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 only thing that makes life possible is permanent, intolerable uncertainty: not knowing what comes next.

We are never so happy nor so unhappy as we imagine.

Let us not pray to be sheltered from dangers but to be fearless when facing them.

Whoever neglects old friends for the sake of new deserves what e gets if he loses both

Two there shall be; no more, no less. One to embody the dark side, the other to crave it.

Liberty can change habits.

Reading something from beginning to end. That is reading with love.

Don't just get through the day, get FROM the day

I think of evolution as an error-making and error-correcting process, and we are constantly learning from experience.

Which is better: to achieve Nirvana, or become a Boddhissatva?