People soon forgot about the beautiful places that once existed. But they didn't care. They were too busy dying.

Our love isn’t the sick and sticky splendor of teenage ardor, I’ve realized. It’s sharp, slicing—a knife to the heart, followed by the quick stitching of its two halves back together again.

He told me I balance his life. This is worrisome. What I don't tell him is that he's like four people in one and I'm in no position to balance that type of chaos. What I don't tell him is that he cuts me deeply by punishing me with his lack of visits for asking him the tough questions as a real friend might. Or how I've never been so angry in all my life when I'd realise that's what he'd done. What I don't say is, "How dare you!" And what he doesn't say, I notice, is that he's sorry.

The time is always now to declare your freedom!"..."The Authority says that Anarchy is the devil. But I say that a man who's both an anarchist and a patriot has been ordained by God himself!

Aspirations are useless, because to aspire, is to reach. Dream, they say, but not too big. Laugh, they say, but not too loudly. Love, they say, but not too hard.

Let your life be a song. Let music be the background of whatever human things you will do for this blazing, spinning planet, and never let go of the good, never let go of the kindness.

Those eyes, they were my own kind of madness