... I'll tell her about Tia. I'll tell her how beautiful she was and how brave. And I'll tell her the most important thing of all: that her mother loved her better than her life.

You might think what I tell you next is all a dream, or that I've imagined it. I can't help it if that's what you think, but I swear it's true. Sometimes the truest things are the hardest to believe.

Sometimes I can see colour without opening my eyes. I saw that Billy's heart was no colour and every colour. Like water or diamonds or crystals, it's pure and reflects the light.

I saw pearls in her mouth and the velvet cushion of her tongue and I heard the magic words come out of her.

I didn't understand right away what she meant. But her words soaked through my skull like warm oil, behind my eyes, down my spine and into the empty space inside me.

You don't tell anyone things like that about your friends, even when you're mad at them.

Maybe if the empty space inside her was filled with love there'd be no room for sad and dark things.

Sometimes it's better to live without a mother than not to live at all.

Then I kissed Max because I loved him, and everyone I had ever loved before had gone away and I had never kissed them goodbye.

I didn't know what to say when someone's given you a small free kiss in the dark ...

Through the night we drove in a tangle of waking and sleeping, nightmares from hell and holy white dreams.

Their manners are more gentle, kind, than of our generation you shall find.

If we speak of direct means for the culture of the imagination, the whole is comprised in two words--food and exercise.

Stupidity is actually in a way the mark of intelligence - if you're not doing stupid things that defy logic you're probably not taking enough risks.

Fame or perceived success - it all comes from groupthink.

If you find a path with no obstacles, it likely leads nowhere.

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The reason why men do not look to the Church today is that she has destroyed her own influence by compromise.

I'm real critical of myself and if I take the bandana off my head I'm completely bald headed and go from being 58 to looking 68 instantly.

There are major influences on us that people are not aware of. There are big lies that nobody's willing to discuss.

Than smoke and mist who better could appraise The kindred spirit of an inner haze?