He wished someone in the course of history had thought of striking that word and all its derivatives from the English Language - happy, happier, happiest, happiness. What the devil did the words really mean anyway? Why not just the word pleasure, which was far more... well, pleasant.

I am not sure what lonliness is," she said. "If it is not literally being solitary, is it the fear of solitude, of being alone with oneself? I feel no such fear. I like being alone." "What do you fear then?" he asked her. She glanced briefly at him and smiled, a fragile expression that spoke for itself even before she found words. "Never finding myself again.

Nothing is permanently perfect. But there are perfect moments and the will to choose what will bring about more perfect moments.

Sometimes now was enough. Sometimes it was everything.

Fear is a powerful beast, if it is allowed the mastery.

If you have always suspected your sister of an inclination to madness, it will be my pleasure to confirm your worst fears.

A sunrise or sunset can be ablaze with brilliance and arouse all the passion, all the yearning, in the soul of the beholder.