What is it about childhood that never lets you go, even when you're so wrecked it's hard to believe you ever were a child?

When someone is in your heart, they're never truly gone. They can come back to you, even at unlikely times.

It's such a shame to waste time. We always think we have so much of it.

One day spent with someone you love can change everything.

When you look into your mother’s eyes, you know that is the purest love you can find on this earth.

But she wasn’t around, and that’s the thing when your parents die, you feel like instead of going in to every fight with backup, you are going into every fight alone.

You can find something truly important in an ordinary minute.

Sharing tales of those we've lost is how we keep from really losing them.

I thought about the days i had handed over to a bottle..the nights i can't remember..the mornings i slept thru..all the time spent running from myself.

I think what you notice most when you haven’t been home in a while is how much the trees have grown around your memories.

Once heaven is done with grandma, we'd like her back, thanks.

I hate what you represent."... "Power without conviction." Isana replied, her tone lifeless, matter of fact. "Ambition without conscience. Decent folk suffer at the hands of those like you.

Literature is humanity's broad-minded alter-ego, with room in its heart for monsters, even for you. It's humanity without the judgement.

Don't talk to me about aesthetics or tradition. Talk to me about what sells and what's good right now. And what the American people like is to think the underdog still has a chance.

I tend to employ braided narrative threads in the lyric, so often echoes (of phrases or images) will occur and will hit my ear so I can shape different resonances and shifts in tone.

Over-reliance on strictly economic justifications has already begun to hurt the quality and range of education at every level of American life.

It had been startling and disappointing to me to find out that story books had been written by people, that books were not natural wonders, coming of themselves like grass.

Stern men with empires in their brains.

I know how it feels when you're coming into a new situation, that the other guys won the election.

Words are finite organs of the infinite mind. They cannot cover the dimensions of what is in truth. They break, chop, and impoverish it.

Normal love isn't interesting. I assure you that it's incredibly boring.