That is what Alex is now: a shadow-boy

But how could anyone who's ever seen a summer - big explosion of green and skies lit up electric with splashy sunsets, a riot of flowers and wind that smells like honey - pick the snow?

Live free or die.

It's funny, isn't it? When you are young you just want to be old, and then later you wish you could go back to being a kid.

How can someone have the power to shatter you to dust--and also to make you feel so whole?

Fridays are the hardest in some ways: you’re so close to freedom.

Dystopian novels help people process their fears about what the future might look like; further, they usually show that there is always hope, even in the bleakest future.

And when it started to get dark you pointed to the sky, and told me there was a star for every thing you loved about me.

i think of all the thousands of billions of steps and missteps and chances and coincidences that have brought me here. Brought you here, and it feels like the biggest miracle in the world.

I love you. Remember. They cannot take it

I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.

But miracles still happen, even if we don't think they do.

Everyone says "i will never" and "one should never" but, actually, "No one can Resist Miss-using Power (at-least ones) when they have it".

The future begins when we tear down the walls that keep us in the past. We must be thankful for those who walked through the pain and helped us to see the way out.

The bomb and the entrance of the Russians into the war will certainly have an effect on hastening the victory.

If there are two or more ways to do something and one of those ways can result in a catastrophe, then someone will do it.

The older I become, the more I realize that drawing is the most important of all the problems of picture-making.

The truth is not beautiful - it stands on cloven hooves - it is covered in coagulated blood - but it is the truth.

I'm just not one of these guys who, like, you know, woke up with a six-pack. I need Skittles. I have to eat very particularly and I have to work out like a madman. And then it looks like... okay.

If I've made it a little easier for artists to work in violence, great! I've accomplished something.

How often do we do that, he wondered--look at someone and fail to see what's really there?