It's crap that you're letting on bad year determine your fate for the rest of your life.

I need one of those chapter breaks. I just want to catch my breath, but I have no idea how.

Sometimes you have to choose between a bunch of wrong choices and no right ones. You just have to choose which wrong choices feels the least wrong.

When you aren't sure what it is you hate or why you even hate it, it's hard to hold onto the details...you just hold on to the feelings.

I'm pretty sure my addiction to reading has just reached a whole new level.

Should it matter what genre it is if the book is good?

You can't get mad at a real ending. Some of them are ugly. It's the fake happily ever afters that should piss you off.

Thank you for loving me like you love me. Thank you for showing me that we don't always have to be strong to be there for each other--that it's okay to be weak, so long as we're there.

There will be days that I don't think we'll know how to survive. But we will, because we have each other.

Sky, wait.” The way his voice wraps around my name makes me wish the only word in his entire vocabulary way Sky.

I know my mouth is agape and my eyes are wide, but I'm relieved that hope isn't a tangible thing, because everyone around me would see mine crumbling.

A woman’s love is all a man should expect from his wife. That love could be translated into so many positive things, especially if it is reciprocated.

You know, ” he said. “I think I would rather be a man than a god. We don’t need anyone to believe in us. We just keep going anyhow. It’s what we do.” There was silence, in the high place.

The drumming helps a lot when I'm producing songs or writing songs. My knowledge of drums helps more in that aspect, (although) I don't know, man; I'm not great at any of them.

It's not creative unless it sells.

One year after the United States led the invasion of Iraq, the country remains extremely dangerous not only to our troops, but also to the stability of the world.

The best parts of any story to me are the unexpected things.

Give me a man with a good allowance of nose,... when I want any good head-work done I choose a man - provided his education has been suitable - with a long nose.

Agnes was the worst prophet that's ever existed. Because she was always right. That's why the book never sold.

Nothing happens accidentally or in such a way that you cannot learn from it; you must understand this at once, for this is how your trust grows in the Lord whom you have chosen to follow.

I think my initial desire to start making art came from a desire and a need to communicate but not having anyone to communicate to.