Words worth keeping

Being crazy isn't enough.

If you are going through hell, keep going.

Should I kill myself, or have a cup of coffee?

I would have come for you. And if I couldn't walk, I'd crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we'd fight our way out together-knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that's what we do. We never stop fighting.

But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?

But I don’t want to go among mad people," Alice remarked."Oh, you can’t help that," said the Cat: "we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.""How do you know I’m mad?" said Alice."You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn’t have come here.

I like your Christ, I do not like your Christians. Your Christians are so unlike your Christ.

Libraries were full of ideas—perhaps the most dangerous and powerful of all weapons.

When someone shows you who they are believe them the first time.

Chance is perhaps the pseudonym of God when he does not want to sign.

You're a prefect? Oh Ronnie! That's everyone in the family!""What are Fred and I? Next door neighbors?

Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.

It is sometimes an appropriate response to reality to go insane.

Deep in the meadow, hidden far awayA cloak of leaves, a moonbeam rayForget your woes and let your troubles layAnd when it's morning again, they'll wash awayHere it's safe, here it's warmHere the daisies guard you from every harmHere your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them trueHere is the place where I love you.

To the people who look at the stars and wish, Rhys."Rhys clinked his glass against mine. “To the stars who listen— and the dreams that are answered.