What a lovely display of personhood. He's like a good book cover that grabs your gaze. Read me. I'm fun but smart. You won't be able to put me down.

I’m not looking for fate. I’m seventeen. I’m looking for kissing, and to move forward a few paces on the game board. You know, do some Living. (With my lips.)

I don’t believe in prayer, but I do believe in magic, and I want to believe in miracles.

Life doesn’t need magic to be magical.(But a little bit sure doesn't hurt.)

The eye’s perception of texture is pale compared to the lips’, and I didn’t know what velvety was until I knew it with my lips. Oh, kissing. Oh, violin boy.

I feel liquefied, like a cucumber forgotten in the crisper drawer, and I want to hold myself at arm's length and carry me to the trash. Who is this sack of slush masquerading as me? It's intolerable.

The shadow of the passions of the moment transversed this grand and gentle spirit occupied with eternal things.

If you can build a business up big enough, it's respectable.

But it turns out that even if I don’t talk a lot, when it’s something that matters I still have a lot to say.

Funniest thing happened though, you wouldn't believe it, ha, the mannequins came to life. I went insane.

Great organisations choose principles over people. When you give up on the principles, sooner or later you will break down.

We shall heal our wounds, collect our dead and continue fighting.

Make a firm decision: 'Whatever happens, I will be happy. I will be strong. God is always with me.'

The future is now. It's time to grow up and be strong. Tomorrow may well be too late.

I become an actor, a quick-change artist, as if I can trap the Prince of Truth in the act of switching a style.

We are fallen mostly into pieces but the wild returns us to ourselves