“Adventures are all very well in their place, but there’s a lot to be said for regular meals and freedom from pain.”

Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination.

What do stars do? They shine.

May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful.

The future came and went in the mildly discouraging way that futures do.

Every hour wounds. The last one kills.

There are a hundred things she has tried to chase away the things she won’t remember and that she can’t even let herself think about because that’s when the birds scream and the worms crawl and somewhere in her mind it’s always raining a slow and endless drizzle.

I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes. Because if you are making mistakes, you’re doing something.

Everybody going to be dead one day, just give them time.

A book is a dream that you hold in your hands.

I mean, maybe I am crazy. I mean, maybe. But if this is all there is, then I don’t want to be sane.

To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give the devil his due.

You don’t have to stay anywhere forever.

There’s none so blind as those who will not listen.

Several years later, from a taxi, you will see someone in a doorway who looks like her, but she will be gone by the time you persuade the driver to stop. You will never see her again. Whenever it rains you will think of her.

Oh, monsters are scared,” said Lettie.” That’s why they’re monsters.

A philosopher once asked, “Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?” Pointless, really…”Do the stars gaze back?” Now, that’s a question.

To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.

I’m shy, but when the time comes to be wild, I’m fun-loving, adventurous, and mysterious.

Having the courage to stand up and pursue your dreams will give you life’s greatest reward and life’s greatest adventure.

I can choose either to be a victim of the world or an adventurer in search of treasure. It’s all a question of how I view my life.

A tramp, a gentleman, a poet, a dreamer, a lonely fellow, always hopeful of romance and adventure.

Let us step into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure.

Life is too short. I only want to do things that I enjoy, or that I think are good or worth doing.

Launching a business is essentially an adventure in problem-solving.