You can build walls all the way to the sky and I will find a way to fly above them. You can try to pin me down with a hundred thousand arms, but I will find a way to resist. And there are many of us out there, more than you think. People who refuse to stop believing. People who refuse to come to earth. People who love in a world without walls, people who love into hate, into refusal, against hope, and without fear. I love you. Remember. They cannot take it.

...if you are one tardy away from missing out on a big competition, you should probably make your coffee at home.

I’ve never really had a party before.” “Why did you have one now?” I say, just to keep him talking. He gives a half laugh. “I thought if I had a party, you would come.

That's all I want. Just you and me. Always.

Don't worry about what you're writing or whether it's good or even whether it makes sense.

I was glad when the invalids were executed

my wild, uncured, erratic, incomprehensible heart.