Words worth keeping

I am glad you are here with me. Here at the end of all things, Sam.

Families are messy. Immortal families are eternally messy. Sometimes the best we can do is to remind each other that we're related for better or for worse...and try to keep the maiming and killing to a minimum.

Because you can't argue with all the fools in the world. It's easier to let them have their way, then trick them when they're not paying attention.

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.

Happiness is holding someone in your arms and knowing you hold the whole world.

Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.

Don't compromise yourself - you're all you have.

I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.

DON'T THINK OF IT AS DYING, said Death. JUST THINK OF IT AS LEAVING EARLY TO AVOID THE RUSH.

silence is the language of god, all else is poor translation.

If you think you are too small to make a difference, try sleeping with a mosquito.

I drink to make other people more interesting.

Scared is what you're feeling. Brave is what you're doing.

There is only one sin. and that is theft... when you tell a lie, you steal someones right to the truth.

It was a mistake," you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you.