“I love you. Remember. They cannot take it”

“I guess thats just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.”

“Mama, Mama, help me get homeI'm out in the woods, I am out on my own.I found me a werewolf, a nasty old muttIt showed me its teeth and went straight for my gut.Mama, Mama, help me get homeI'm out i...”

“I know that the whole pointthe only pointis tofind the things that matter, and hold on to them, and fight for them, and refuse tolet them go.”

“You can build walls all the way to the sky and I will find a way to fly above them. You can try to pin me down with a hundred thousand arms, but I will find a way to resist. And there are many of u...”

“And now I know why they invented words for love, why they had to: It's the only thing that can come close to describing what I feel in that moment, the baffling mixture of pain and pleasure and fea...”

“I love you. Remember. They cannot take it”

“I love you. Remember. They cannot take it”

“Things weren’t always as good as they are now. In school we learned that in the old days, the dark days, people didn’t realize how deadly a disease love was.For a long time they even viewed it as a...”

“Find the things that matter, and hold on to them, and fight for them, and refuse to let them go.”

“Lord, help us root our feet to the earthAnd our eyes to the roadAnd always remember the fallen angelsWho, attempting to soar,Were seared instead by the sun and, wings melting,Came crashing back to ...”

“Sometimes I feel like if you just watch things, just sit still and let the world exist in front of you - sometimes I swear that just for a second time freezes and the world pauses in its tilt. Just...”

“Strains of music spring up, crystallizing in the night air like rain turning suddenly to snow, drifting to earth.”

“As soon as she sees me she swings forward and hits a key on her keyboard. The music cuts off instantly. Strangely, the silence that follows seems just as loud.”

“Sympathizer.Its only slightly better than the other word that followed me for years after my moms death, a snakelike hiss, undulating, leaving its trail of poison: Suicide.A sideways word, a word t...”