Then she says, ‘I love you.’ Like three drops of blood falling onto snow.

I wish I had a boyfriend. I wish he lived in the wardrobe on a coat hanger. Whenever I wanted, I could get him out and he'd look at me the way boys do in films, as if I'm beautiful.

I want to die in my own way. It's my illness, my death, my choice. This is what saying yes means.

It was strange how words meant something when they came out of your mouth. Inside your head they were safe and silent, but once they were outside, people grabbed hold of them.

Every seven years our bodies change, every cell. Every seven years, we disappear.

We make patterns, we share moments.

All I know is that I have two choices – stay wrapped in blankets and get on with dying, or get the list back together and get on with living.

I love you. I love you. I send this message through my fingers and into his, up his arm and into his heart. Hear me. I love you. And I'm sorry to leave you.

It's all right, Tessa, you can go. We love you. You can go now.' 'Why are you saying that?' 'She might need permission to die, Cal.' 'I don't want her to. She doesn't have my permission.

Bye, Tess. haunt me if you like. I don't mind.

Keep breathing. Just keep doing it. It's easy. In and out.

What she had long believed was not true, and now the world was wide open to discover what was.It is like all my life I thought the sky was green.

The ultimate tragedy is not the oppression and cruelty by the bad people but the silence over that by the good people.

It's always nice to share your energy with young people, the people who might not have any skills but are simply willing to be a part of it.

Though it is true that the church must always dissociate itself from sin, it can never have any excuse for keeping any sinner at a distance.

It's not Spring Break until somebody dies!

Hi, my name is Jaime and I play bass, and I have dumb hair.

Believe in yourself.reach down inside.the love you found will set you free.Believe in youself.You would come alive.Have faith in what you do.You'll make it through

I learned a long time ago from David Mamet to wipe your feet at the door, get it out on stage and then go about your life.

Dream big - dream very big. Work hard - work very hard. And after you've done all you can, you stand, wait and fully surrender.

The sky isn't falling.