Who knew that listening to a guy sleep could be so much deeper than sleeping with a guy.

Because beautiful things never last. Not roses nor snow… And not fireworks, either

Most of the mess that is called history comes about because kings and presidents cannot be satisfied with a nice chicken and a good loaf of bread.

For mad I may be, but I will never be convenient.

History is a Rorschach test, people. What you see when you look at it tells you as much about yourself as it does about the past.

Together in our house, in the firelight, we are the world made small.

Hope is the crystal meth of emotions. It hooks you fast and kills you hard.

The greenest of pastures are right here on earth.

He's wearing boots, a kilt, and a long-sleeve tee. No coat, even though it's December. Beautiful people don't need coats. They've got their auras to keep them warm.

I'm wishing he could see that music lives. Forever. That it's stronger than death. Stronger than time. And that its strength holds you together when nothing else can.

When you can write music that endures, bravo. Until then, keep quiet and study the work of those who can.

There was a lot they didn’t tell you about death, she had discovered, and one of the biggies was how long it took the ones you loved most to die in your heart.

How can anyone underestimate the ballistic quality of words? Invisible things happen in intangible moments. What should keep us writing is precisely that possibility of explosions

We shall overcome every barrier by divine grace.

As a matter of fact, confrontation could be a seed of peace.

Ah! well away! Seasons flower and fade.

Italics provide a wonderful advantage: you see, right away, that the words are in a rush. When something exists at a slant, you can't help but consider irony.

Inference is always an invasion of the unknown, a leap from the known.

For the first time in weeks, Park didn't have that anxious feeling in his stomach on the way home from school, like he had to soak up enough Eleanor to keep him until the next day.

The only way out is through.

The fact is that Harold Wilson is a person no one can like, a person without friends.