Where did you get your sadness from? I picked it up on the side of the road. Itwas bleeding and scratched and keeninglike a mangled thing, but it looked toobeautiful for me to just walk away.

She asks me how my heart is, and I say, 'beating.'That's never the answer you want, and I am sorry about that.

The lonely? Where's that from?Sadness' best friend. Sadness broughtit along and I couldn't turn it away, soI let it multiply in my pulse instead.

I'm sorry that when you say 'love', I always hear'heartbreak'.

Your own hands falling out to catch youbefore you hit the ground. All the waysyou save yourself even when youdon't want to.Love is the way your body fights tokeep you alive.Day after day after day.

Two oceans away, a boy is falling in love.Next door, another boy i just falling.One is laughing, one is crying - both are screaming.

Well don't demand the spotlight if you can't handle the attention.

I love him and he loves me and we're as happy as can be.

I think the fact is that anybody who goes into politics feels like 'I can make a difference'. But it's not one person, you need so many others.

INTIMACY, n. A relation into which fools are providentially drawn for their mutual destruction.

When we have told how things behave when they are electrified, and under what circumstances they are electrified, we have told all there is to know

We're all so busy chasing the extraordinary that we forget to stop and be grateful for the ordinary.

Ireland was a place for the renewal of hope and I still see it like that.

Yet better for one of my nature to have it that way than to have life a peaceful, placid flow of quiet contentment. I must have days of rushing excitement.

At eighteen you sleep without memories.

A country that has few museums is both materially poor and spiritually poor...Museums, like theaters and libraries, are a means to freedom.