Don’t leave me, Em. You’re my salvation.

You really are a ray of sunshine, aren’t you?

Do you know how many people would give anything for what you have? Not the fame or wealth—the opportunity to wake up tomorrow healthy, pain free and with a future stretching out before them?

When you’re gone and people remember you, what will they say about you? That you were happy, generous and kind? That you loved big? Or that you were the drunken singer in a rock band?

Look at the picture, Emma. Do you see his expression? He looks like he’s been waiting his whole life to find you and suddenly there you are.

We’ve all got weaknesses. Me, for instance. I’m tragically funny and good-looking.

In any situation, there is a sacred-solution.

Made a wrong turn.ones or twice.

We have produced a world of contented bodies and discontented minds.

I didn't set fire to the building." "No, but you did pull it into the river." "That put the fire out!

Maybe you's a stank ho, maybe that's a bit mean Maybe you grew up and I'm still living like I'm sixteen.

Once you have given up the ghost, everything follows with dead certainty, even in the midst of chaos.

If you forget the words to your own song, you can always claim artistic license. Forget the words to the national anthem and you're screwed.

I didn't choose literature. Literature chose me. There was no decision on my side.

However exquisite the contours or the colours of clouds, trees, rivers or hills, may be in themselves, they must be sacrificed if they do not conform with the general plan.