Welcome to the apocalypse. Where make-do is a motto and life seems wrong, out-of-place. Where the weak become strong because they have no other choice.

I’d rather not know what lies ahead because I like the dark. I like thinking there is something good in the places I can’t see. And that’s not ignorance. That’s just hope.

When you find a truth that surpasses your desire to fit trends and meet approval, you can be certain it’s worth fighting to spread.

You don’t know what love is until you find it, ” he whispered, “but when you do, promise me you won’t let it go. Promise you’ll seek it out even when you’re scared it’ll hurt.

The truth is crazier than lies because lies are required to stick to possibilities—the truth isn’t.

Are you real?” Stupid. Of course he’s real.“Yes, Julie. I’m not the mystical man from your dreams.

If a boy can manage to have coffee with me during the apocalypse, I know he cares. There’s not a speck of doubt in my mind. He must care.

After the end of the world, there is a world. Life doesn’t stop. It changes. And it changes me.

Yes, ” I whisper so the others won’t hear, “but being afraid is good because it means I still have more to lose.

I am strong and human with a mouth that works like a man’s and a more intelligible brain, and I demand to be heard.

Our surroundings fade and we exist in unison, two people who once shared cups of coffee, unprecedentedly ourselves in a changing world.

I was feeling like I was floating two inches above the sidewalk every step of the way. Feeling, almost, a magnetic pull back towards her and I wondered at all, if she felt it too.

But very quickly they all became grave again: for, as you know, there is a kind of happiness and wonder that makes you serious. It is too good to waste on jokes.

His eyes were eggs of unstable crystal, vibrating with a frequency whose name was rain and the sound of trains, suddenly sprouting a humming forest of hair-fine glass spines.

There are certain concepts, which exist in english, and are unthinkable, untranslatable into Hebrew and vice versa.

Whenever I play with him , I usually try to make it a foursome - the President, myself, a paramedic and a faith healer.

When I think of the gold-diggers and the Mormons, the slaves and the slave-holders and the flibustiers, I naturally dream of a glorious private life. No, I am not patriotic.

The best thing to do is dive with your imagination ~ you can never drown yourself.

Effeminate men intrigue me more than anything in the world. I see them as my alter egos. I feel very drawn to them. I think like a guy, but I'm feminine. So I relate to feminine men.

You don't buy a Harley with your mind, you buy it with your heart and your balls.

I look one move ahead... the best!