I am too rich already, for my eyes Mint gold, while my heart cries.

Each day I live in a glass room unless I break it with the thrusting of my senses and pass through the splintered walls to the great landscape.

To live at all is miracle enough.

There are times when the air that floats between mortals becomes, in its stillness and silence, as cruel as the edge of a scythe.

There is a brotherhood among the kindly- Closer and defter and more integral- Than any of aisle or coven- For love rang out before the chapel bell

Yet not with all of me am I in love. Too much of my own quietness is with me.

Oh how I hate people!

For death is life. It is only living that is lifeless.

Life is too fleet for onomatopoeia.

Lingering is so very lonely when one lingers all alone.

[Peake's books] are actual additions to life; they give, like certain rare dreams, sensations we never had before, and enlarge our conception of the range of possible experience.

Tell the truth through whichever veil comes to hand – but tell it. Resign yourself to the lifelong sadness that comes from never ­being satisfied.

Monsters don’t get happy endings.

When you cried, I learned what helplessness tastes like. Because all I could do was swallow.

We all have the duty to do good.

You know how everybody has that one weird creepy uncle? Well, Seth Green looks like he got raped by all of them.

Sunspots and cosmic rays have a 79 percent correlation with our thermometer record since 1860. Meanwhile the CO2 correlation is a mere 22 percent.

Write what you care about, what interests and intrigues you.

Life isn't an Island, you have to have other people in your life.

Throughout history, females have picked providers for males. Males pick anything.

Working with a green screen is so different than working with another human.