When he kisses me again, the last part of me that could stand myself dies.

I love books, they're in my blood.

One day you do meet a man who kisses you and you can't breathe around it and you realize you don't need air.

Is anyone who's supposed to be dead actually dead?

Your race devotes itself to justifying its errors, not correcting them

He is my vulnerability

Barrons: "He got upset it wouldn't shut up and tore its head off."Mac: "The child?" I gasped

When anything is possible, how do you choose?

The firmest friendships have been formed in mutual adversity, as iron is most strongly united by the fiercest flame

[He] used to be soinsignificant that one literally felt alone in his presence.

They implicitly trust that their thoughts, beliefs, and feelings are their own, and fail to recognize that they may be “channeling” someone else’s thoughts and feelings.

Empathy means realizing no trauma has discrete edges. Trauma bleeds.

The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read, With loads of learned lumber in his head.

The misfortunes of mankind are of varied plumage.

Your silent tents of green We deck with fragrant flowers; Yours has the suffering been, The memory shall be ours.

Well, I don't know that I'm OK any more than anybody else is OK but I've led at least a happy life and a very full one.

If you want to be creative, go where your questions lead you.

we are nature. We are nature seeing nature. We are nature with a concept of nature. Nature weeping. Nature speaking of nature to nature.