You are to me like white islands, in a world of vast darkness.

Do you wait for things to happen, or do you make them happen yourself? I believe in writing your own story.

I haven’t been very impressed lately.By people, or places, or the way someone said he loved me and then slowly changed his mind.

I am not a broken heart. I am not collarbones or drunken letters never sent. I am not the way I leave or left or didn’t know how to handle anything, at any time, and I am not your fault.

You were the hardest year of my life and I’ve never been so happy. What does that say about me?

Sometimes you need to sit lonely on the floor in a quiet room in order to hear your own voice and not let it drown in the noise of others.

I am not collarbones or drunken letters never sent. I am not the way I leave or left or didn’t know how to handle anything, at any time, and I am not your fault.

Throwing yourself into the purse of a dream is the biggest adventure you can take on.

You can start anew at any given moment. Life is just the passage of time and it’s up to you to pass it as you please.

Fear is the thing that makes the heart grow.

I just want to be someone, to mean something to anyone…

A book is a suicide postponed.

In the world of so-called villains, what we need is not another hero. What we need is to stop the influx of people who dress themselves as menaces and proceed to harm others.

A pessimist says the glass is half empty, an optimist says the glass is half full, and an engineer says the glass is too big.

Who in the universe halts when the enemy tells them to?

I have passed all my days in London, until I have formed as many and intense local attachments as any of you mountaineers can have done with dead nature.

The emotion felt by a man in the presence of nature certainly counts for something in the origin of religions.

No matter how sick your body is, extending Love will reduce your suffering and aid in healing.

A child who has a grandparent has a softened view of life, the feeling that there is more to life than what we see, more than getting and gaining, winning and losing.

You know, if my life was a horse, I’d shoot it. (Susan)

And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.