A drop of poison on that gathering snow. That moment in the fairy tale when we know what just happened but the princess doesn’t.

You could try and understand people, you could read books and understand words and concepts and ideas, but you could never understand enough or have enough knowledge to keep away the surprises that both fate and human beings had in store.

Hurt is a weapon. Better weapon than most because it doesn't look like one.

This is what happens when nice people are pushed too far. We give too many chances, and so when we've finally had enough, we are well and truly done. When a nice person shuts a door on you, it's shut for good.

If time heals all wounds, and a book can hold a person's entire life, then you can speed up the process with a pulp time warp.

Love seems to be something to approach with caution, as if you'd come across a wrapped box in the middle of the street and have no idea what it contains.

One of the hardest tasks as a human being is knowing when to keep an open mind, and when not to.