“I laugh, and it’s laughter, not light, that casts out the darkness building within me, that reminds me I am still alive, even in this strange place where everything I’ve ever known is coming apart.”

I feel bare. I didn’t realize I wore my secrets as armor until they were gone and now everyone sees me as I really am.

Then I realize what it is. It’s him. Something about him makes me feel like I am about to fall. Or turn to liquid. Or burst into flames.

How have I never realized before that for all the strong, kind parts of him, there are also hurting, broken parts?

In order to have peace, we must first have trust.

Lies require commitment.

What did you do, memorize a map of the city for fun?” says Christina. “Yes,” says Will, looking puzzled. “Didn’t you?

My name is Four,” I say. “Call me ‘Stiff’ again and you and I will have a problem.

Human reason can excuse any evil; that is why it’s so important that we don’t rely on it.

Looking him in the eye is a challenge. It’s my choice.

It reminds me that no embrace will ever feel the same again, because no one will ever be like her again, because she’s gone. She’s gone, and crying feels so useless, so stupid, but it’s all I can do.

Cruelty does not make a person dishonest, the same way bravery does not make a person kind.

There is a difference between admitting and confessing. Admitting involves softening, making excuses for things that cannot be excused; confessing just names the crimes at its full severity.

We both have war inside us. Sometimes it keeps us alive. Sometimes it threatens to destroy us.

You believe you know them, that you understand them, but their motives are always hidden from you, buried in their own hearts. You will never know them, but sometimes you decide to trust them.

The truth is… you are hurting me. Not on purpose, I know that. But I love you and every second that you don´t love me back…it hurts.

Knowledge is power. Power to do evil…or power to do good. Power itself is not evil. So knowledge itself is not evil.

A producer has to know all about everything from set-building to costumes to acting.

I’d love to go and visit the Mosque in Mecca again, just for the sheer beauty of it, not for God – much the way a non-Catholic might go to Vatican City because of the beauty of the buildings and the artifacts.

The thing I’d really like to see is the old London Bridge, with all the old buildings around it like Shakespeare’s Globe.

All these buildings are like mountains I would like to climb, but I am forbidden.

The bird building her home on your windowsill has every nest destroyed before. The spider that is delicately weaving a masterpiece has had every single thread broken before. And despite it all, they try again.

I did climb about 80 buildings around the world and I climbed even the five tallest.

When I climb a building, I’ve been there already, and carefully planned how to start the climb as well as how to do it.

In fact, it will be very easy to climb the building because of its shape and architecture.