“You have your look. That lethal fusion of mischief and innocence, the one that maddens statues with lust.”

These thoughts will kill me if I don’t express them.

Your sorrowful beauty can soften a stone, and dampen the eyes of a god.

Look beyond their words. A whole world lies in what people never say.

The only thing that scares me more than standing out is not standing out at all.

Find your home. You’ll know it instantly; it will be the place you never wish to flee from.

Just be a lily, blooming in the dying waste of a choking world.

How do you use so many words to say nothing at all?

One day, you’ll leave. And my heart will close like a weeping ipomoea never to open again.

The best people give more to the world than they can ever hope to get from it.

Simplify your life. You deserve peace. We make life complicated. On its own, life is simple.

Wisdom is the most expensive thing in existence.

Your pupils expanded like twin universes, engulfing my emptiness.

If the wind itself turned to silk, singing ballads in my lungs, it couldn’t even hope to match the softness of your touch.

Oh, you fool. You turned cold and stopped loving when the world needed it most.

The warmth is spring is near. It smells of hope and cheer. The budding bulbs of daffodils will end the endless fear.

Sunshine comes after rain. Rain comes after sunshine. Joy and sadness remain in an eternal back and forth. Such balance hold the world in place.

No innocent person ever has an alibi.

But there’s one thing we must all be clear about: terrorism is not the pursuit of legitimate goals by some sort of illegitimate means. Whatever the murderers may be trying to achieve, creating a better world certainly isn’t one of their goals. Instead they are out to murder innocent people.

Innocence is a kind of insanity.

O innocence, how glorious and happy a portion art thou to the breast that possesses thee! thou fearest neither the eyes nor the tongues of men. Truth, the most powerful of all things, is thy strongest friend; and the brighter the light is in which thou art displayed, the more it discovers thy transcendent beauties.

It is easy, retrospectively, to endow one’s youth with a false precocity or a false innocence; to tamper with the dates marking one’s stature on the edge of the door.

God save us always,’ I said ‘from the innocent and the good.

Power is no blessing in itself, except when it is used to protect the innocent.

Innocence is like a dumb leper who has lost his bell, wandering the world, meaning no harm.