What do you do?" I ask. "I live.""I live" is not an answer, until I think about it. Maybe it's the perfect answer.

My life is nothing more than bad timing separated by unimaginable moments of tragedy. I'd reconciled my pain with the promise of revenge ... until her.

The only thing worse than living with regret, is dying with regret.

Please let there be another life. I need a real taste of forever with you. This ... this isn't long enough.

I'm afraid of everything I don't know.

Feelings can have a life of their own and you have very little direct control over them, except perhaps to make them worse.

I've always been able to let stuff go when I'm done with work.

Unity, to be real, must stand the severest strain without breaking.

Who gives to friends so much from Fate secures, That is the only wealth for ever yours. [Lat., Extra fortunam est, quidquid donatur amicis; Quas dederis, selas semper habebis opes.]

Going to school and working for good marks, indeed working for very good marks, was a serious business.

Only those who have dared to let go can dare to re-enter.

Even small acts of kindness can make a profound difference to somebody else.

I don't like the current political system in the USA and some other countries. Increasingly democracy has been hijacked by corporate interests.

Working with the same people is so much quicker and frees up your energy for other things.