“My life was pouring out my feet and seeping through cracks in the floor; yet still I knelt and did not move, for fear she'd let go my hands. Let me stay, I wanted to beg: Please don't make me go.”

“I am dying: it's a beautiful word. Like the long slow sigh of the cello: dying. But the sound of it is the only beautiful thing about it.”

“I suppose that's what happens when you make other people's lives miserable: life gets miserable back at you.”

“I thought about how stupid it is, that all of us are born destined to desire somebody else, though desire brings with it such disappointment and pain. Humankind's history must be scored bloody with...”

“I would always be lonely, but no more alone.”

“Evangeline's obliviousness was a reason to like her rather than not: I liked least those schoolfellows whose awareness of me invariably caused misery.”

“Voicemail #1: Hi, Isabel Culpeper. I am lying in my bed, looking at the ceiling. I am mostly naked. I am thinking of your mother. Call me.Voicemail #2: The first minute and thirty seconds of Ive G...”

“Exactly!" said Deep Thought. "So once you do know what the question actually is, you'll know what the answer means.”

“Why is it that none of the things I construct ever make me feel safe? The answer lies in the fact that safety cant be created. It can only be found. And the only thing I've found thats never been c...”

“You know,They don't care how kind, honest, helpful and good person i am. As long as i don't believe what they believe, they will hate me, do means , try to hurt me and if they can , will do their b...”

“A statement of truth, and that is:Everything I have accomplished is Thanks to the Lord above, and without him my success would have been impossible.”

“I have never seen a strong and better weapon as truth. When you are honest you will just love it. People are afraid of the truth because of its sharpness, thats why theyre liars.”

“Earlier People used to hate a lieSince now lie has become truth and truth has become a lie.They still hate a lie”

“We have to lie to ourselves to live. Otherwise, we'd go crazy.”

“We wait and think and doubt and hate. How does it make you feel? The overwhelming feeling is rage. We hate ourself for being unable to be other than what we are. Unable to be better. We feel rage. ...”