When you begin to see that your enemy is suffering, that is the beginning of insight.

Another second, and we’ll forget each other– yeah, it’s gonna hurt.

You get to know who you really are in a crisis.

She was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.

I found comfort in his touch and love in his soul. And that was everything to me.

Stories you read when you’re the right age never quite leave you. You may forget who wrote them or what the story was called. Sometimes you’ll forget precisely what happened, but if a story touches you it will stay with you, haunting the places in your mind that you rarely ever visit.

I guess you could call it a ‘failure’, but I prefer the term ‘learning experience’.

Books are a uniquely portable magic.