"Well? Is it true? Did she?" "Did she what?" "You know. Fall outta the crazy tree and hit every branch on the way down?"

I have been bent and broken, but - I hope - into a better shape.

Mortals. I envy you. You think you can change things. Stop the universe. Undo what was done long before you came along. You are such beautiful creatures.

The right thing and the easy thing are never the same.

Knowing you don't have much time left changes things. You get kind of philosophical. And you figure things out-more like, they figure themselves out-and everything gets real clear.

There are no coincidences.

Because saving the people you love isn't stupid. It isn't even a choice

Who can judge the judge?

I'll love you until the day after forever.

It almost felt like she was sucking it all out of me, like she sucked on that sticky red lollipop, the one she kept licking as she drove.

the whole way down, I was only thinking one thing . . . L E N A

Aeschylus writes, "In our sleep, pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grade of God.

Forgiveness is the remission of sins. For it is by this that what has been lost, and was found, is saved from being lost again.

Dishonesty is never justified. God will never approve, and even your own conscience will rise up to condemn you sooner or later.

you can find better than me, worst than me. But you'll never find someone exactly like me.

It's an amazing luxury to say I'm 31 years old and I'm gonna take a year off. That's pretty amazing.

But the best problem I ever found, I found in my local public library.

Well, you know, I'm the forever optimist.

Know thyself. Accept thyself. Love thyself. No matter what you have done, where you have been, know, accept, and love who you are.

Dover's cliffs call to mind the Roman invasion; the Battle of Britain; our proximity to, yet difference from, mainland Europe; and international trade and exploration, both fair and exploitative.

When I conjure these memories, they are of the present to me, because after all, the artist is a kind of enchanter in time.