My self-confidence can be measured out in teaspoons mixed into my poetry, and it still always tastes funny in my mouth.

Because there's nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it's sent away.

This world is made out of sugar. It can crumble so easily but don’t be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it.

If I should have a daughter, instead of "Mom," she's going to call me "Point B," because that way she knows that no matter what happens, at least she can always find her way to me.

It does not matter how strong your gravity is, we were always meant to fly.

Most days it feels as if the world is whirling around me and I am standing still. In slow motion, I watch the colors blur; people and faces all become a massive wash.

Remember that good things come in threes and so do bad things and always apologize when you've done something wrong but don't you ever apologize for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining.

There are parts of me I only recognize from photographs.

Not all poetry wants to be storytelling. And not all storytelling wants to be poetry. But great storytellers and great poets share something in common: They had something to say, and did.

Forgive yourself for the decisions you have made, the ones you still call mistakes when you tuck them in at night.

You can only fit so many words in a postcard, only so many in a phone call, only so many into space before you forget that words are sometimes used for things other than filling emptiness.

A kind word will never replace the conversation that God has prompted you to repeatedly have.

There was not a moving up into vacated places

Party-spirit . . . which at best is but the madness of many for the gain of a few.

Prayer is the thermometer of grace.

The idea now that we're going to fight terrorism through gun control I think is just utterly fatuous.

I always end up being the evil one, and I wouldn't hurt a fly.

We Slytherins are brave, yes, but not stupid. For instance, given the choice, we will always choose to save our own necks.

People who don't believe in you are right only if you believe they are.

The whole of life is but keeping away the thoughts of death.

Basically, I hate conformity. I hate people telling me what to do. It makes me want to smash things. So-called normal behaviour patterns make me so bored, I could throw up!