Most people hew the battlements of life from compromise, erecting their impregnable keeps from judicious submissions, fabricating their philosophical drawbridges from emotional retractions and scalding marauders in the boiling oil of sour grapes.

Nobody has ever been able to experience what they have thoroughly understood - or understand what they have experienced until they have achieved a detachment that renders them incapable of repeating the experience.

And only weaklings...who lack courage and the power to feel they're right when the whole world says they're wrong, ever lose.

She quietly expected great things to happen to her, and no doubt that’s one of the reasons why they did.

Youth doesn't need friends -- it only needs crowds.

I remember every single spot of light that ever gouged a shadow beside your bones.

I wish I could write a beautiful book to break those hearts that are soon to cease to exist: a book of faith and small neat worlds and of people who live by the philosophies of popular songs.