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

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.

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.

Kieran glanced at her with shimmering eyes. Neither looked quite human: The black eye was too dark, the silver too metallic. And yet the overall effect was haunting, inhumanly beautiful.

Eyes And Heart Are Too Compatible To Each Other. Through Our Eyes, We Capture Moments And Through Our Heart We Relive Those Moments....

When my brother called to inform me, on the morning of May 22, 2003, that our mother Caroline Oates had died suddenly of a stroke, it was a shock from which, in a way, I have yet to recover.

I hated being depressed, but it was also in depression that I learned my own acreage, the full extent of my soul.

Logic is a very beautiful thing. As long as it is not abused.

The length of one's days matters less than the love of one's family and friends.

I became a filmmaker because I wanted to deal with issues that intrigued me, that I thought were pertinent, that would start dialogue.

There are two ways to wash the dishes. One way is to wash them to get them clean. The other way is to wash them in order to wash the dishes.

... the ears of the hunted grow even keener than a hunter's.

The way people are being displaced, who can stop the arrival of Maoism?

I keep my eys clear and I hit 'em where they ain't.