does a sick society get so used to its illness that it can't remember being well? what if the memory is too dangerous for the people who like things the way they are?

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.

Love is free, but priceless.Wisdom is precious, but costless.Faith is gentle, but fearless.Joy is scarce, but limitless.Truth is simple, but matchless.

I’ll promise to think twice before I take any important step you seriously disapprove of.

Wilds whisper, yet I long for their roar.

The unsaid rules every conversation.

The world is not fair, and often fools, cowards, liars and the selfish hide in high places. (p 57)

People who commit crimes should be responsible for those crimes. It doesn't matter whether they're priests or ministers or atheists.

You're charging money to have people come watch you play; I want them to feel taken someplace good or provoked into thinking my way for an hour and a half or two hours.

To truly live a creative life means that you will need to experiment in as many different fields as possible.

I think what motivated me was just hope. Something inside of me, deep down in my guts, always felt like there was something in there.

Boys need wood to chop.