Life

I've got a thing about heights.'Nate glanced at her. 'I thought you had a thing about bugs?'I've got more than one thing, it's allowed.'You were okay up in the loft, said Debbie.'Because the loft is a nice big space with guard rails,' Veek said. 'A ladder's a flag pole with delusions of grandeur.

Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people.

It doesn’t really matter in the end. Most people I talk to don’t take writing seriously. If I tell them I’m an aspiring author, they get that “yeah right” look on their face, which is usually followed by “good luck with that.

Life hands us storms so we can paint rainbows.

Because the human history is the history of shoes. The history of places where we ever tread and stand.

The letting of blood, for him, like the letting of semen.

My soul is not satisfied with an inert universe. The gods may not make a habit of speaking to me personally, but I can't help but whisper comments to them.

The best thing you can say to someone going through a tragic loss is not that'It's going to be alright'It is:'Hold on tight because this is going to hurt like hell'.

He’d danced around that story about why he’d moved to Terrebonne more smoothly than an Olympic skater on ice.

She sat in her perfect house, with her perfect husband, wishing that her perfect life would end.

In the end we shall have had enough of cynicism, skepticism and humbug, and we shall want to live more musically.

There's time for laughing and there's time for crying— for hoping for despair for peace for longing —a time for growing and a time for dying: a night for silence and a day for singingbut more than all(as all your more than eyes tell me)there is a time for timelessness.

He must have stood there for a long time, making a list of all the terrible things he had done—almost killinng me was one of those thingss—and another list of all the good, heroic, brave things he had not done, and then decided that he was tired. Tired, not just of living, but of existing. Tired of being Al.

He rubbed his head again. 'Five years is longer than it sounds. So much longer.

Creating Identity.

Past, I am letting you go. Future, I will see you tomorrow. Present, I love you, live in you, celebrate you, and will never let you go.

I spent the first fourteen years of my life convinced that my looks were hideous. Adolescence is painful for everyone, I know, but mine was plain weird.

When people get into their 30s plus 'boyfriend' sounds weird...If you really think about it. Instead, I think we should universally start using the term 'manfriend' or 'snookie bookie cuddles pie'.

Heavy as such things areAfter the wordslide, the writing begins.'From 'Word Quake.

What good is ye world when ye canst not livest hither.