No child really chooses his religion; it is just the luck of the draw which blanket of beliefs you are wrapped in.

It is the things you cannot see coming that are strong enough to kill you.

There is a place in you that you don't even know exists, where you can simply stand back and watch without feeling any pain.

People always say that, when you love someone, nothing in the world matters. But that's not true, is it? You know, and I know, that when you love someone, everything in the world matters a little bit more.

We all have things that come back to haunt us. Some of us just see them more clearly than others.

I'm not saying you did the wrong thing. I'm not even saying it wasn't something I'd thought of doing, myself. But even if it was the just thing to do, or the fitting thing, it still wasn't the right thing.

The ideas choose me, not the other way around.