Every heart is made of stories.

She was everything he wanted from his life, the very measure of his dreams.

Stop yelling. If everyone’s yelling, no one can be heard.

And Robespierre, the Incorruptible, who loved us so much he cut off our heads so we would not be troubled by too many thoughts.

He who cannot endure the bad will not live to see the good.

Writers are damned liars. Every single one of them.

The feeling that you get.... when you know something is happening that will change you, and you don't want it to, but you can't stop it. And you know, for the first time, that there will now be a before and an after, a was and a will be. And that you will never again quite be the same person you were.