You want some sweet and lovely things, Tessa, but be careful. Other people can't always give you what you want.

I wish I had a boyfriend. I wish he lived in the wardrobe on a coat hanger. Whenever I wanted, I could get him out and he'd look at me the way boys do in films, as if I'm beautiful.

We make patterns, we share moments.

I love you. I love you. I send this message through my fingers and into his, up his arm and into his heart. Hear me. I love you. And I'm sorry to leave you.

I love you. It hurts more than anything ever has, but I do. So don't you dare tell me I don't. Don't you ever say it again!

It's as if a child with a brush and too much enthusiasm has been set free with a tin of black paint inside me.

I lean back on the pillows and look at the corners of the room. When I was a kid, I always wanted to live on the ceiling - it looked so clean and uncluttered, like the top of a cake.

Moments. All gathering towards this one.

It's all right, Tessa, you can go. We love you. You can go now.''Why are you saying that?''She might need permission to die, Cal.''I don't want her to. She doesn't have my permission.

Maybe you should say goodbye, Cal.''No.''It might be important.''It might make her die.

The test of real and vigorous thinking, the thinking which ascertains truths instead of dreaming dreams, is successful application to practice.

A sense of curiosity is nature's original school of education.

I text a lot people, because it's how I stay connected with all my family and friends when I'm on set and traveling.

You're going to bat so many times during a season and it's not worth getting mad about. I still get frustrated, but I try not to let the other team know that.

I always want to bring emotion across in a straightforward way. I don't want to get histrionic when I'm singing. For me that's just not interesting; it goes too far down one road.

I have a dad-ager. My dad is really good at the business end of things. But it's really a family affair. My mother handles all my social media stuff - Facebook, Twitter, e-mails, that kind of thing.

The first breathe of adultery is the freest.

Man studied birds for centuries, trying to learn how to make a machine to fly like them. He never did do the trick; his final success came when he broke away entirely and tried new methods.

I'm sure that Plotinus wasn't that impressed by the Christians.

Fortune is merry, And in this mood will give us anything.