Humans are made from nuclear ash of dead stars

I wish I had a boyfriend. I wish he lived in the wardrobe on a coat hanger. Whenever I wanted, I could get him out and he'd look at me the way boys do in films, as if I'm beautiful.

I want to die in my own way. It's my illness, my death, my choice. This is what saying yes means.

It was strange how words meant something when they came out of your mouth. Inside your head they were safe and silent, but once they were outside, people grabbed hold of them.

Every seven years our bodies change, every cell. Every seven years, we disappear.

Then she says, ‘I love you.’ Like three drops of blood falling onto snow.

We make patterns, we share moments.

All I know is that I have two choices – stay wrapped in blankets and get on with dying, or get the list back together and get on with living.

I love you. I love you. I send this message through my fingers and into his, up his arm and into his heart. Hear me. I love you. And I'm sorry to leave you.

It's all right, Tessa, you can go. We love you. You can go now.' 'Why are you saying that?' 'She might need permission to die, Cal.' 'I don't want her to. She doesn't have my permission.

Bye, Tess. haunt me if you like. I don't mind.

The best songwriting comes from being as creative as you can and editing it down to the good bits, essentially.

It's just hard to travel in the shadow of regret. In fact, it's so hard that I actually haven't left yet.

The next Tory leader would have to unify his party and ensure that Britain stood tall in the world.

Gestures are all that I have; sometimes they must be grand in nature.

Crying is personal. On the other hand, laughing is more general . Laughing makes our hearts wider.

Both we and the Soviets face the common threat of nuclear destruction and there is no likelihood that either capitalism or communism will survive a nuclear war.

Am I mad, to see what others do not see, or are they mad who are responsible for all that I am seeing?

We may convert every house in the country into a charity asylum, we may fill the land with hospitals, but the misery of man will still continue to exist until man's character changes.

There are two ways love can go. You can be good to each other or you could not play fair.

Life is a loom, weaving illusion.