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.

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.

We make patterns, we share moments.

I love you. It hurts more than anything ever has, but I do. So don't you dare tell me I don't. Don't you ever say it again!

It's as if a child with a brush and too much enthusiasm has been set free with a tin of black paint inside me.

I lean back on the pillows and look at the corners of the room. When I was a kid, I always wanted to live on the ceiling - it looked so clean and uncluttered, like the top of a cake.

Moments. All gathering towards this one.

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.

Maybe you should say goodbye, Cal.''No.''It might be important.''It might make her die.

You want some sweet and lovely things, Tessa, but be careful. Other people can't always give you what you want.

It is clear that the individual who persecutes a man, his brother, because he is not of the same opinion, is a monster.

Life is a luminous halo a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning.

The nation that leads the clean energy economy will be the nation that leads the global economy.

Our culture has made us all the same. No one is truly white or black or rich, anymore. We all want the same. Individually, we are nothing.

We don't evaluate what's right and wrong, we live in a society. We live in a culture. We have to live within the culture.

People are just waiting around to get certified.

When someone has the wit to coin a useful phrase, it ought to be acclaimed and broadcast or it will perish.

I think every great champion has a bad night.

Mathematics is the gate and key to science.

Freedom [is] the first-born daughter of science