We all live with our losses. We don't want to, but we can

I just think about how saying that you love someone can make your heart feel like some sort of brownie sundae, warm, gooey, sweet and good.

You know, life fractures us all into little pieces. It harms us, but it's how we glue those fractures back together that make us stronger.

Home is where the heart is.

I like a lot of things that aren't good for me.

The ending has to fit. The ending has to matter, and make sense. I could care less about whether it's happy or sad or atomic. The ending is the place where you go, “Aha. Of course. That's right.”

It's hard to save the world when you can't save yourself

Losing people you love affects you. It is buried inside of you and becomes this big, deep hole of ache. It doesn't magically go away, even when you stop officially mourning.

It's a lot easier to understand things once you name them. It's the unknown that mostly freaks me out. I don't know the name of that fear, but I know I've got it, the fear of the unknown.

What we do, our choices, that's what defines us

It is love which made all this. War which protects it. With love comes responsibility and possibility, fear and hopes, quests and suffering.

A named thing is a tamed thing.

I want to dive in the deepest trench, get locked in the darkest room, get lost in the biggest maze, travel longest to the furthest placebut keep my heart on the safest place...

I decided on the spot that I would be an artist, and I assure you, it was no ordinary artist I had in mind.

Since most American students cannot simply pay their full tuition out of pocket, financing a college education often takes the form of loans, both private and from the government.

Life, as the signs in the liquor stores say, is too short to drink bad wine. And summer is too short to read bad books.

There are events which are so great that if a writer has participated in them his obligation is to write truly rather than assume the presumption of altering them with invention.

Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant.

The resurrection never becomes a fact of experience until the risen Lord lives in the heart of the believer.

I've always had those little goals that I've worked toward-They add up.

You write for two people, yourself and your audience, who are usually better educated and at least as smart.