That it may be the only thing the darkness makes clearer: who really matters is whoever you're most desperate to see.

As if it were possible for one person to care about another and still treat him or her like this.

But what if time worked the other way around?What if what his adolescent self had felt then was the ghost of his present one, sitting here on a sagging bench, beckoning him into his future?

And didn't time always slow, anyway, the closer you came to what you wanted?

There is no such thing as a perfect phrase, or a private language, and . . . time only runs the one way.

Some people think the real them is whoever they are when they're not around other people.

It's like Charlie's dreamed everything he lived through here.

Everything's always changing, Charlie. We become who we are. The mask melts into the face.

Three’s all you need to change the world. Look at the Bolsheviks, or the Jimi Hendrix Experience.

William, an artist is someone who combines a desperate need to be understood with the fiercest love of privacy-

No amount of art, even of the Great American variety, can elevate you above, or insulate you from, the divisions, the cataclysms, of ordinary life.

It is one thing doing what you love for a living. It is another thing doing what you love with love

But in all His dealings with His creatures God has maintained the principles of righteousness by revealing sin in its true character-by demonstrating that its sure result is misery and death.

Somewhere I read, if Apple is an school then Samsung is the brilliant student. In Indian market I can say that Micromax is the smartest student

You and I, " I intertwined my fingers with his, "are one.""Until the day I die, " he promised, "And even after that.""For the eternity?" I whispered on his lips."Evermore.

Nature does not proceed by leaps and bounds.

The jarring change going from an urban environment to an extremely remote natural environment is extremely inspiring. It's constantly stimulating, it's like a slap in the face.

Flags are bits of colored cloth used first to shrinkwrap people's brains and then as ceremonial shrouds to bury the dead.

At any given period in history the ideas of the common mind are found to antedate the facts. The facts of the twentieth century are approached with the ideas, feelings, prejudices of the tenth.

I don't think any one person, whether artist or not, has been given permission by anyone to put the responsibility of the way things are on anyone else

If you want an enemy, the soul (nafs) is sufficient. If you want advice, death is sufficient.