You’re not a creature in body.You exist as the stars exist, participating in their stillness, their immensity.

Why love what you will lose?There is nothing else to love.

Balm of the summer night, balm of the ordinary, imperial joy and sorrow of human existence, the dreamed as well as the lived—what could be dearer than this, given the closeness of death?

I think here I will leave you. It has come to seemthere is no perfect ending.Indeed, there are infinite endings.Or perhaps, once one begins, there are only endings.

It is true that there is not enough beauty in the world. It is also true that I am not competent to restore it. Neither is there candor, and here I may be of some use.

We look at the world once, in childhood.The rest is memory

It is very difficult to win. It's not in my script.

I am tired of having handsshe saidI want wings —But what will you do without your handsto be human?I am tired of humanshe saidI want to live on the sun —

You know, he said, our work is difficult: we confrontmuch sorrow and disappointment.He gazed at me with increasing frankness.I was like you once, he added, in love with turbulence.

Once I could imagine my soulI could imagine my death.When I imagined my deathmy soul died. ThisI remember clearly.My body persisted.Not thrived, but persisted.Why I do not know.

Some men die for lack of love…some die because of it. Think about it." - Daemon

Peace is something you only have when your enemy is gone. Either after you have turned him into a friend or vanquished him

I might never breathe again once he walked away from me.

When we're defined by what people think we lose the courage to be vulnerable.

My family lives a pretty normal life.

Beauty comes naturally, but it's hard to be stunning by accident.

Order is ... the true key to rapidity of reaction.

Music should make you feel good.

It is necessary to be tolerant, in order to be tolerated.

Only a fool worries over what he can’t control.