Words worth keeping

I am not sure that I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have read, all the people that I have met, all the women that I have loved; all the cities I have visited.

Ah,� said a voice from the doorway, “having your annual ‘everyone thinks Will is a lunatic’ meeting, are you? “It’s biannual,� said Jem. “And no, this is not that meeting.

If no one in the entire world cared about you, did you really exist at all?

Mom. I have something to tell you. I’m undead. Now, I know you may have some preconceived notions about the undead. I know you may not be comfortable with the idea of me being undead. But I’m here to tell you that undead are just like you and me … well, okay. Possibly more like me than you.

How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live.

You're off to Great Places!Today is your day!Your mountain is waiting,So... get on your way!

History will be kind to me for I intend to write it.

Hate the sin, love the sinner.

I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself.

Judge a man by his questions rather than by his answers.

I lived in books more than I lived anywhere else.

Holey? You have the the whole world of ear-related humor before you, you go for holey?

I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.

What Is Love? I have met in the streets a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, the water passed through his shoes and the stars through his soul

Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.