Love was like that, like a dream you didn't quite understand, one in which you didn't necessarily know what you were looking at until it was right in front of you.

I really feel like the gift is also the curse. It's always half-and-half. Whatever brings you the most joy will also probably bring you the most pain. Always a price to pay

But most important of all, she explained that it was all right to say 'No. I disagree.' that was a gift. I understood it was power. The power to think my own thoughts. The power to believe in myself.

He wanted pain, I saw that in him, and what a man wants he will often manage to find.

I read everything of Ray Bradbury when I was 12 or 13, and I think that's the most effective time to read Bradbury. He built such a moral world, where you have to make decisions and grow up.

I wasn't good company, that was true, and people avoided me, but that was all right. I was too busy dreaming.

How could I have been so stupid to ignore everything I’d had in my life? The color red alone was worth kingdoms.