Your only shame is to have shame.

To save myself, I destroyed another, and in doing so, I destroyed myself.

He asked if he could recite a poem he had written that morning: 'You speak,' he said, 'the language of shooting stars, more surprising than sunrise, more brilliant than the sun, as brief as sunset. I want to follow its trail to eternity.

Over time, passion wanes, differences don't.

Chance is the first step you take, luck is what comes afterward.

I think I've always been somebody, since the deaths of my father and brother, who was afraid to hope. So, I was more prepared for failure and for rejection than for success.

Why do you have to use me to show off? If you want to show off, then why don't you learn to play chess." - Ch. 5