What could you do, when what threatened the ones you loved was something else you loved just as much?

There was beauty in the idea of freedom, but it was an illusion. Every human heart was chained by love.

These pictures are my heart. And if my heart was a canvas, every square inch of it would be painted over with you.

We are bound together, Emma, bound together—I breathe when you breathe, I bleed when you bleed, I’m yours and you’re mine, you’ve always been mine, and I have always, always belonged to you!

The world is terrible, " said Mark tonelessly. "And some are drawn down into it and drown there, and some rise above and carry others with them.

When no one you know tells the truth, you learn to see under the surface.

It was hard to live normally when you were constantly pretending you didn't see what was going on in front of your face.

Why are you wearing a T-shirt under your other T-shirt?" Livvy asked."In case one of them is stolen, " Marked said, as it were entirely normal.

Nobody calls me 'blondie' and keeps their kneecaps.

I've been thinking of installing a train in my house. It could bring me shrimp crackers from the kitchen.

And if my heart was a canvas, every square inch of it would be painted over with you.

Most people have no imagination. If they could imagine the sufferings of others, they would not make them suffer so.

I am afraid that as people grow old there is a tendency for them to believe that what the past *ought* to have been it was.

If you want to be successful, you must respect one rule: Never lie to yourself!

My wife and I make the bed every morning, but it's a queen size bed today, as opposed to a rack, you know, a small single bed, which I had in basic SEAL training.

For my part, I consider that it will be found much better by all parties to leave the past to history, especially as I propose to write that history myself.

If parents are the fixed stars in the childs universe, the vaguely understood, distant but constant celestial spheres, siblings are the dazzling, sometimes scorching comets whizzing nearby.

Dear God, please reveal to us your sublime beauty, that is everywhere, everywhere, everywhere, so that we will never again feel frightened.

Christ is our temple, in whom by faith all believers meet.

Originally I considered myself a singer.

Only the knowledge that comes from inside is the real Knowledge