You’re sure you didn’t leave? Didn’t try to explore Thunder Bay again, maybe go down to the park and, I don’t know, dismember some poor jogger?

The rhythm of the footsteps, the sound of whatever is coming down the ladder is driving both me and my mom steadily toward peeing our pants.

You make me want things that I can't have.

It's shitty I guess. They're my friends. But... everything I want to talk about I can't say to them. It feels so separate, like I've touched something that's taken the color out of me.

I hate telling people this. I never know exactly how my voice is going to sound saying it, and I hate the stricken looks they get on their faces when they don't know what to say back.

The things that your eyes see plainly and cant forget are worse than huddled black figures left to the imagination.

What are you going to fill it with?" she asks. "Holy water or something?" "Probably Dasani, " Thomas replies.

I can't believe that she's questioning the existence of magic when she's standing before me dead and talking.

Using for a noble purpose is still using.

I had a million different dreams but none of them was stronger than the rest. In the end they probably would have paralyzed me.

We've got our heads pulled low inside of our hooded sweatshirts and our eyes are shifty. We look exactly like you'd expect someone to look if they were minutes away from committing a major crime.

We do not fear death.We fear not having lived enough.

There had been trials involving water, a time when witches were persecuted, bound, and tossed into the largest nearby body of water to see if they would sink or swim.

Much to the confusion of small-minded people, confidence does not equate arrogance.

I personally am not a huge fan of really gory, scary movies because I'm a wimp. I really like a suspenseful movies and movies that make you think.

Depression is about as close as you get to somewhere between dead and alive, and it's the worst.

By ourselves we suffer serious limitations. Together we can be something wonderful.

I've written lots of songs on the piano. My mother had a piano and it was the first instrument I played

You okay?" he asked me. I nodded, unable to say anything that would really cover how I felt. "Then get out of the way." "Huh?" "Your legs. Please

I guess the only jewels of my life were the pictures I made with Fred Astaire.

You start a question, and it's like starting a stone. You sit quietly on the top of a hill; and away the stone goes, starting others.