A peace that blacked yer eye, ' I say. 'A peace that split yer lip.' He looks at me for another second and then gives a sad snort. “The words of a sage, ” he says, “in the voice of a hick.

In this world of numbness and information overload, the ability to feel, my boy, is a rare gift indeed.

Being a leader is making the people you love hate you a little more each day.

The boy who refused to lose his soul.

And what exactly do you think this proves?" he spits. "You've got power, but you don't know what to do wit

You won't, " says the Mayor, smiling again. "Everyone knows you aren't a killer, Todd."He pushes Viola forward again -She calls out from the pain of it -Viola, I t

Cuz how do you know yer alive if you don't hurt?

And I look right into his eyes, right into him as far as I can see, because I want him to hear me, I want him to hear me with everything I mean and feel and say.

TODD!" I shout again -And he looks at me -And I hear my name in his Noise -And I know it -I know it in my heart -Right now -Todd Hewitt -There's nothing we can't do toge

everyone needs a hand, which takes them to an another world

Although enlightened people know that an extreme phobia wasn't a form of madness, hey could not help but regard it as odd.

I found strength in what hurt me. And in my family - that's my strength as well. I'm truly grateful to be hurt as many times as I have, because I'm happy!

It's best to leap into something you know you love. You might change your mind later, but that is the privilege of youth.

Nonviolence is essentially based on recognizing the humanity in every one one of us.

In front of other people it was almost always "Fräulein Braun." Just as [Eva Braun] called him "der Führer," [Adolf Hitler] called her "Fräulein Braun."

How can you be more subject; black woman in a white man's world?

I'm the most translated writer in the world, behind Lenin, Tolstoy, Gorki and Jules Verne. And they're all dead.

The present is burthened too much with the past.

This world is not for aye, nor 'tis not strange That even our loves should with our fortunes change, For 'tis a question left us yet to prove, Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love.