We should be protected from the people who will leave us in the end, from all the people who will disappear or forget us.

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.

Love yourself to love others.

Why did I think that the mask was a better portrayal than my authentic self? We can get hidden under layers of illusion, can’t we?

We wish that all countries around the world honor our wishes and our Jihad, and we avoid interfering in their business.

Take the time to define yourself and define your value. If you're having a hard time doing that, ask yourself: What is something I would say to someone I love?

Dry feet, warme head, bring safe to bed.

Woe to those who call evil good and good evil, who put darkness for light and light for darkness, who put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter!

The fact is that Mike Tyson bit through my trousers and took a significant piece of flesh out of my thigh.

After all, if it comes to that, there is really neither Ogun nor Jesus! There are only mystified forms of our consciousness.

I am inspired by the films of Pedro Almodóvar, as they are funny, sad, and extremely weird.

I think most Coloradans would agree that our state is the most beautiful in the nation, and the water flowing through our borders is its life blood.