I think she's brave. I think that nobody has ever believed what she could be capable of. All her life, nobody was listening.

It taught that there are three versions of things: the one I see in my mind, and the one that carries onto the paper, and then what it ultimately becomes.

I see an ocean that’s spilled out of a wineglass, its body clear and sparkling and folding over itself. I see a ribbon of sand.

Vaughn is talking about the heat, and his voice is so excited that it breaks into whispers at times. He loves his madness the way a bird loves the sky.

There's a world out there that nobody has bothered to promise her.

She's been conned, ruined, left for dead, and she's not going to forgive any of it. She will soldier on, if only out of spite.

I think he's beginning to understand, and understanding is a horrible thing.

She’s a commodity in a sea of broken girls.

There is a silence so great that I can hear the ice crystals cracking and falling from eyelashes of girls who will never blink again.

Home?' I say. It's a word that can mean anywhere and nowhere.

There is a dark place calling to me, but I will not go just yet. I know I can't return from it.

Stop comparing yourself to others and focus on your own improvement.

Saepa stilum vertas, iterum quae digna legi sint scripturas. (Turn the stylus [to erase] often if you would write something worthy of being reread.)

Take God for your spouse and friend and walk with him continually, and you will not sin and will learn to love, and the things you must do will work out prosperously for you.

There is only a single step between impurity and purity.

I had to find a way to paint abstractly, which is what I wanted to do. I couldn't forget Wassily Kandinsky and Kazimir Malevich and Piet Mondrian, I mean that was the basis.

Through the practice of meditation, when the mind is quieted and the emotions are calmed, the Soul shines forth in all of its glory.

I wonder who first discovered the efficacy of poetry in driving away love!- Elizabeth Bennet

To George Gershwin, on refusinghim as a pupil: You would only lose the spontaneous quality of your melody, and end by writing bad Ravel.

Mathematics is the Life of the Gods.

The only antidote to anger is to eliminate the internal sentence: "If only you were more like me."