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.

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.

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

It was hard to live normally when you were constantly pretending you didn't see what was going on in front of your face.

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.

A baby is born with two great assets: love and hope.

When the first "let there be light" spoken, the entire electromagnetic spectrum is emitted.

Is my music indicative of a caffeine-surged green liquid? Probably not.

I just go with my gut.

As a kid growing up in Southern California, I was a frequent visitor to the Disneyland and developed a deep love of the magic and wonder of Disney.

As you get older, things conk out. It's a bit like a car. As long as it's something the mechanics can fix, you can chug on for a few more thousand miles.

Don't spend all of your time trying to be like someone else because you can never be them and they can never be you.

And as the Italian proverb says, 'Revenge is the dish which people of taste prefer to eat cold.'

I know nothing except the fact of my ignorance.

An observer can't tell if a person is silent and still because inner life has stalled or because inner life is transfixingly busy.