The best way to die is when your living

You can never tell about a person by guessing...that's why language was invented. Otherwise, we'd all be like dogs, sniffing each other to find out where we stood.

The adults don't know what's happening on the kids' universe and the kids don't know what's happening on the adults' universe

You can be betrayed in your sleep. The whole world can tilt while you're dreaming of butterflies.

Emily Brontë's "Wuthering Heights" was extremely important to me.

The grass he walked through was new and a sweet smell clung to his clothes. There was blue dye on his hands from the wild irises... that the color of the sky was a shade that could never be replicated in any photograph, just as Heaven could never be seen from the confines of Earth.

Are people drawn to each other because of the stories they carry inside?