... because Mr. Applebaum, who is ostensibly teaching us precalculus but is mostly teaching me that pain and suffering must be endured stoically, says, "You feel what, Tiny?".

She has enough black eyeliner on to outline a corpse, and her skin's so pale she looks like she's just broken dawn.

I'm so proud of you that it makes me proud of me. I hope you know that.

I've never known before what it feels like to want someone - not to want to hook up with them or whatever, but to want them, to want them. And now I do. So maybe I do believe in epiphanies.

It's hard to believe in coincidence, but it's even harder to believe in anything else.

You could hold me and I could hold you. And it would be so peaceful. Completely peaceful. Like the feeling of sleep, but awake in it together.

I just want you to be happy. If that’s with me or with someone else or with nobody. I just want you to be happy.

he is both the source of my happiness and the one i want to share it with. i have to believe that’s a sign.

Because you're my friend, wingnut.

Such is life. We grow up. Planets like Tiny get new moons. Moons like me get new planets.

Keeping the box closed just keeps you in the dark, not the universe... but failing to open the box doesn't kill the cat.

There's a lesson here, and that is I have to find happiness inside myself before I try to partner again.

The joy of a simple life is the greatest satisfaction.

1000 mile road begins with a single step, the freedom road begins with a scream that fires the battle, and the greatness road begins with a question that fires the spark of the change.

But my father, a thief in many ways, had robbed me of my concentration.

Shattered, broken and still can fight for what I believe in and make my dreams come true I won't give up never

Why cover the same ground again? ... It goes against my grain to repeat a tale told once, and told so clearly.

I think everyone is trying to figure out who they are and their own thing.

One man meets an infamous punishment for that crime which confers a diadem on others.

Everything depends on the attitude of the artist toward his subject. It is essential.

I get a kick out of watching a team defense me. A player moves two steps in one direction and I hit it two steps the other way. It goes right Stan Musialby his glove and I laugh.