Even death has a heart.

A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship.

Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day.

If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter.

Often I wish this would all be over, Liesel, but then somehow you do something like walk down the basement steps with a snowman in your hands.

I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.

I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sand castles, houses of cards, that's where they begin. Their great skills is their capacity to escalate.

No matter how many times she was told that she was loved, there was no recognition that the proof was in the abandonment.

It was the beginning of the greatest Christmas ever. Little food. No presents. But there was a snowman in their basement.

As always, one of her books was next to her.

If you can't imagine it, think clumsy silence. Think bits and pieces of floating despair. And drowning in a train.

Rocks and minerals: the oldest storytellers.

I was born when he kissed me, I died when he left me, I lived a few weeks while he loved me

I like radio and live performing stuff. I don't like the television stuff as much.

I loved almost everything about being a teacher, but I was an unusual teacher

The politician attempts to remedy the evil by increasing the very thing that caused the evil in the first place: legal plunder.

Wherein is the use of getting rid of one thorn out of many?

Classical music presents some of the world's most challenging pieces.

It is a maxim of wise government to treat people not as they should be but as they actually are.

The problem of making the inner meet the outer of today is, of course, the function of the artist.

I do love violets; they tell the history of woman's love.