You could hold me and I could hold you. And it would be so peaceful. Completely peaceful. Like the feeling of sleep, but awake in it together.

She has enough black eyeliner on to outline a corpse, and her skin's so pale she looks like she's just broken dawn.

I'm so proud of you that it makes me proud of me. I hope you know that.

I've never known before what it feels like to want someone - not to want to hook up with them or whatever, but to want them, to want them. And now I do. So maybe I do believe in epiphanies.

It's hard to believe in coincidence, but it's even harder to believe in anything else.

I just want you to be happy. If that’s with me or with someone else or with nobody. I just want you to be happy.

he is both the source of my happiness and the one i want to share it with. i have to believe that’s a sign.

Because you're my friend, wingnut.

Such is life. We grow up. Planets like Tiny get new moons. Moons like me get new planets.

Keeping the box closed just keeps you in the dark, not the universe... but failing to open the box doesn't kill the cat.

When I was little, my dad used to tell me, "Will, you can pick your friends, and you can pick your nose, but you can't pick your friends nose.

We are all butterflies. Earth is our chrysalis.

The elephants are dancing on the graves of squeeling mice.

It occurred to her that nobody really knew what anybody else was upset about, and that seemed like a terrible thing.

I have to say I'm very good on a bike. Maybe the last time I was 5 years old.

I hear beyond the range of sound, I see beyond the range of sight, New earths and skies and seas around, And in my day the sun doth pale his light.

Eavesdrop and write it down from memory - gives you a stronger sense of how people talk and what their concerns are. I love to eavesdrop!

It's every teenager's dream to be in a band, tour the world and be famous.

Never underestimate the power of the mind, the importance of love and faith, and never stop dreaming.

Great hope has no real footing unless one is willing to face into the doom that may also be on the way. p.207

God and other artists are always a little obscure.