I am not 'most' and I am not 'people'..

I’m not a damsel and there is no distress.

Friends help friends fight pixies..

What we do, our choices, that's what defines us.

It is love which made all this. War which protects it. With love comes responsibility and possibility, fear and hopes, quests and suffering..

The ending has to fit. The ending has to matter, and make sense. I could care less about whether it's happy or sad or atomic. The ending is the place….

It's hard to save the world when you can't save yourself.

There is something about libraries, old libraries, that makes them seem almost sacred. There's a smell of paper and must and binding stuff. It's like….

I like a lot of things that aren't good for me..

Why are there no names for the abscence of things? Why is there no name for the abscence of humanity?.

Is everyone as wrong about me as I am about them?.

There is no easy off button for your brain.It would be really really nice if there were..

I crumple on my bed. For a second, i believed that what i wanted more than anything in the world had come true. For a second, i believed that my dad ….

Nobody is perfect, though. We all want everyone to think we are, but perfection is some crazy mythical state that we can never achieve. It is a goal ….

I just think about how saying that you love someone can make your heart feel like some sort of brownie sundae, warm, gooey, sweet and good..

What I have learned lately is that people deal with death in all sorts of ways. Some of us fight against it, doing everything we can to make it not t….

Sometimes that whys aren't knowable, so you just have to ignore the whys, and just focus on what is and move on..

I used to be embarrassed by my mom, but now I know what she is-she's a hero..

He has an armload of irises and daisies and tulips and he presents them to me. I didn't know what kind of flowers you like.I like them all.Yeah?Yeah.….

Astley comes to my side. 'Are you well?' 'No,' I tell him, voice hoarse. 'I am not well. I am broken inside. I am broken almost all-the-way deep, and….

That's what people who love you do: they hold you and lie. They tell you that you're worthy, that everything will be all right, and they do that even….