Are you the dart?" he said. "Are you the knife? The fuse?" She said (though he wasn't convinced): "My deane, my poppet, I am too green to walk into a public place and do something bad.

The eye is always caught by light, but shadows have more to say.

As long as people are going to call you lunatic anyway, why not get the benefit of it? It liberates you from convention.

Remember to breathe. It is after all, the secret of life.

From torched skyscrapers, men grew wings.

Where I'm from, we believe in all sorts of things that aren't true... we call it history.

Books fall open, you fall in. When you climb out again, you're a bit larger than you used to be.

If magic was present, it moved under the skin of the world, beneath the ability of human eyes to catch sight of it.

I know you don't want to hear this but someone has to say it! You are out of control! I mean they're just shoes... let it go!

Growth and change were viewed as reactions to conditions met

Waking up was a daily cruelty, an affront, and she avoided it by not sleeping.

I just like how [glasses] look on me and how they make me feel more confident. Isn’t that the point of anything we wear, anyway?

What does myself now say to me?"Open the door of Mystery.

Welcome everything that comes to you but do not long for anything else.

I want to inspire people to change the world. That's something that I feel that I'm meant to do here... really going to change the world. I asked God to make me immortal so I can do it.

Part of me was always trying to prove that I belonged and prove that I deserved the job and prove that I could handle it. And that takes the fun out of it.

It doesn't have to be the same line that we have had for the last 40 years, because that clearly isn't working on any level. But you have got to have a pretty clear line on this crucial issue.

Suddenly it was fall, the season of death, the anniversary of things-going-to-hell.

The nineteenth-century way of looking at the photograph was as a mirror for the memory, and at that time the photographs almost looked like mirrors, with their polished metallic surfaces.

A single moment of love is equal to the whole eternity of love.

I write because it is dangerous, a bloody risk, like love, to form the words, to say the words, to touch the source, to be touched, to reveal how vulnerable we are, how transient.