No. They believe we’re dumb animals. And they won’t contradict their bigotry by listening with their own ears.

And what sort of choice is fall in love with me, or you’re a pig?”“Justice.” Lizzie twirled a lock of hair around her little finger.

Satan seemed to wink at her. She supposed he would know her soul. She couldn’t remember selling it, least she wasn’t rich, but perhaps it wasn’t worth much.

Neither of us fit in, so instead we fit together.

In their faces--plenty of them were handsome, but ruined--I've seen the remnants of who they almost succeeded in being but failed to be, before becoming themselves.

Some people think their fingers are toes or claws, but they're actually finger bones.

Biophilia: the innate pleasure from living abundance and diversity as manifested by the human impulse to imitate Nature with gardens.

Until we can ban all of them [firearms], then we might as well ban none.

The fragrances are really a dream about the possibilities of a life. Nonconformity, no judgement.

Being proud and being nationalistic are, for me, completely different things.

A man may well bring a horse to water but he cannot make him drink.

The next road is always ahead.

Slow, steady progress is better than fast, daily excuses.