“Eventually it will fade, and there are those who will do whatever it takes to make that happen sooner rather than later.”

It hurts being the one who loves more

It takes loneliness in oneself to recognize it in another.

It’s frightening how much things change in seventy-one years.

But the world is out there, and it understands that the illusion of knowledge and freedom is not the same as the real thing.

The afterlife is whatever a soul wishes or believes it to be.

Finally he closed the distance between us and kissed me – a sweet, gentle kiss that held within it every single one of the thousand days I’d loved him as my everything, long after I’d begun to love him as a friend.

Sometimes love is quite, lingering in the background until you least expect it. But love it always there for you

I care,” he said in a trembling voice. “I care so much that I do not know how to tell you without it seeming inconsequential compared to how.

I feel. Even if I am distant at times and seem as if I do not want to be with you, it is only because this scares me, too.

Sadness doesn’t equal weakness, sweetheart. If anything, it shows the love you have inside of you, and nothing stronger in this world exists.

Being brave doesn’t mean never being afraid, you know. It means going for it anyway because you know it’s the right thing to do.

Keep trying until you have no more chances left.

Love is the way I feel for you, the way you fill something inside me whenever you so much as walk into the same room.

Sometimes we misjudge what is possible and what is not.

Harry Potter changed my life in more ways than one, and it helped me get through my mothers death.

Whatever obstacles you face, remember you can get through anything if you want to badly enough.

It seems the best work I do is when I am really allowing the unconscious to rule the page and then later I can go back and hack around and make sense of things.

Many kids, it seemed, would find out that their parents were flawed, messed-up people later in life, and I didn’t appreciate getting to know it all so strong and early.

I think that I work hard to make my music as a diary for new generations who find out about it years later.

Later when asked what it felt like, I said, “It felt as though angels were pushing”.

All autonomous agencies and authorities, sooner or later, turn into self-perpetuating strongholds of conventional thought and practice.

I live in the moment, and I reflect later.

The fate that condemns or saves one sooner or later often condemns or saves another.

Go to bed. Whatever you’re staying up late for isn’t worth it.