You are so obtuse!" Brontë says, exasperated. I am calm in my response. "Do you mean stupid, or angular? You need to be more specific with your insults.

Unwinds didn't go out with a bang-they didn't even go out with a whimper. they went out with the silence of a candle flame pinched between two fingers.

The Bill of Life was signed, the Unwind Accord went into effect, and the war was over. Everyone was so happy to end the war, no one cared about the consequences

Fight, flight, and screw up royaly.

Small victories are bet­ter than none.

I'd rather be partly great than entirely useless.

Once in a while our school has half days, and the teachers spend the afternoon 'in service,' which I think must be a group therapy for having to deal with us.

(Why did they call them sneakers if it was so hard to sneak in them?)

People would cheer throw confetti and then go about breaking the resolutions they had made only moments before.

I think all mothers are alike, regardless of cultural background, when it comes to illogical cleaning.

It's called loitering, which is like littering with human beings as the trash.

I didn't ask to be born!""No, but I asked." He was breathing hard. His eyes hard and glinting with a fire that burned straight through me. "I asked for you every day of my life!

HOW CONCISE THAT YOU CAN CRY FROMAWFUL WOUNDS, DESERTION, HAPPINESS, MEMORIES, HUMILIATION, DISAPPOINTMENT OR GRANDEUR.

Life deserves laughter, hence people laugh at it.

Pacino's always played the suffering prince. I just find that interesting.

I think that in a general sense, the idea of getting comfortable with the truth in life is uncomfortable.

Sound theology should always lead us to doxology and transformation.

Come to the Root of the Root of your Self

I don't miss teaching. I'm learning to take my time for myself.

I've got a song on every album, two songs as a matter of fact on every album without Auto-Tune, and that's the song that nobody talks about. It's weird.

Kellan’s hand found hers, took it into his strong grasp. “There,” he said, pressing a kiss to the center of her palm. “I’ve got you, Mouse.” “Yes, you do,” she replied.