Afraid to die loveless. Because I think if you die without knowing love in this life, that's how you'll spend eternity. Alone. Frozen. Do you think hell is fiery? I don't. I think hell is frozen.

She's no longer afraid to die. What she's afraid of is living, accepting the status quo.

I nod, because I do understand. I'm just not sure how to go about divorcing myself from the evil I've already accepted.

Our kiss eclipses all others, real, imagine, dreamed of. It is the beginning of time, it is the end of the ages.

Babies aren't born cruel or filled with sick desire. Evil is not intrinsic. It's fashioned.

To achieve patent commercialization success, every inventor must think like a business man

Normal....What the majority of people look, act, and talk and like.So what if the majority became what we see as wierd now?Would our normal, become our new wierd?

Holy words, Holy faith.

COMPULSION, n. The eloquence of power.

Clouds are poems, and the most moving poems linger on the blackboard so long, written in cursive so lovely, they also exist inside our fingertips. We never really erase them at the end of the lesson.

I will carry on writing, to be sure. But I don't know if I would want to publish again after Harry Potter.

I have so much in me, and the feeling for her absorbs it all; I have so much, and without her it all comes to nothing.

The living is a passing traveler; The dead, a man come home.

America was built on immigrants, and what they bring 'to the table.'

Are there any writers on the literary scene whom I consider truly great? Yes: Truman Capote.