And so I've written everything down, too afraid of my demons and what they may say, the doubt that eats at me from the inside. Too afraid that I'll forget and it'll all be a madwoman's dream.

And even when they refuse to listen, I'll keep talking anyway, hoping on a slim chance that the things inside my head are worth something to someone.

When you have something this good, you keep it. Forever. And that's all the magic there is to it.

This is a story about survival.Letting go and learning to let in. Getting along and moving on. The truth about life.The things left unsaid...

I saw a dead bird flying through a broken sky. I heard it, and it said, "The world will never understand.

Our love douses us in flames. It's terrible and deep and wingless, but I'll burn here if you burn here too.

And you left your mark on me...With the destruction of us, finally, we became no one.

Stop setting yourself on fire for people who just stand to watch you burn.

The first kiss is the deepest.""The last breath is the hardest.

Old memories are very easy to get except that once you write about something you've destroyed it.

The objective of nuclear-weapons policy should not be solely to decrease the number of weapons in the world, but to make the world safer - which is not necessarily the same thing.

My theory is that men are no more liberated than women.

A lot of the futuristic space stuff seemed to me to be a very cool form of science-fiction, so that was my first real baptism in the genre.

Barack Obama and Michelle Obama don't go to Georgetown. The Clintons did, indeed. And the Clintons go out and about in Washington now. They go to neighborhood restaurants.

It's nice that I can go down the road of obsessing over this smiley-face bullshit so maybe I can get free from it and think about something else-it's so banal and yet so crazy!

The truth is that we all are one, that all of us together create god, that god is not man's ancestor, but his descendant.

The spirit of interdependence will not cost us more than it's worth. On the steep slope ahead, holding hands is necessary. And it just might be that we can learn to enjoy it.

One of the things I know from the study of history is that history surprises you. History is not written. It's not inevitable.The victory of evil is not certain.

Americans are the nicest, most generous, and sentimental people on earth. Yet Americans have killed more unborn children than any nation in history.