Stone gnomes and angels filled the gardens, and it seemed that they were also sleeping, as though a witch had cast a spell on them.

Felix had left his heart buried in the ground years ago, but he felt it crack apart.

She knew that the dead hid pieces of themselves in the world. They buried organs in the living. They stuffed memories into trees and clouds and other innocuous things.

Pram wasn't told the story of her birth. But even as a very small girl, she felt deep in her chest that she was alive and dead at the same time.

One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.

When your friend becomes a king, treat him first as a king, then let him choose you as a friend. Acting otherwise is suicidal. Familiarity is evil.

You will find beauty in every person and experience if beauty has been cultivated within.

It's a long road. Setbacks don't actually matter.

Leadership and management are not synonymous.

Without the Empire we should be tossed like a cork in the cross current of world politics. It is at once our sword and our shield.

Show's going well. New season starting, we're on the road.

I love diamond facials - they leave me glowing and refreshed.

Stunned and still not suffering. Swollen with care and anxiety and still not suffering. Useless, old and full of grief, but still not suffering.

Sometimes I just know things.