I do have spare time and I love to read, and I love just to go to a national park and just relax and just think. But most of the time, it's swimming or talking.
She understood. They were plastic flowers of words—but they looked nice on the surface.
This is what it is to live in the world. You have to give yourself over to the cold, at least a little bit.
Jack believed in something—he believed in white witches and sleighs pulled by wolves, and in the world the trees obscured. He believed that there were better things in the woods. He believed in palaces of ice and hearts to match. Hazel had, too. Hazel had believed in woodsmen and magic shoes and swanskins and the easy magic of a compass. She had believed that because someone needing saving they were savable. She had believed in these things, but not anymore. And this is why she had to rescue Jack, even though he might not hear what she had to tell him.
In woods where the woodsmen told lies, maybe it was the wolves who told the truth.
Hazel had read enough books to know that a line like this one is the line down which your life breaks in two. And you have to think very carefully about whether you want to cross it, because once you do it’s very hard to get back to the world you left behind. And sometimes you break a barrier that no one knew existed, and then everything you knew before crossing the line is gone. But sometimes you have a friend to rescue. And so you take a deep breath and then step over the line and into the darkness ahead.
Her father said she was a princess. He did not see that she was a brave knight.
Ultimately the love can become so big that we can love the whole of creation instead of 'I love this but I don't like that. '
My overriding belief is that it is always possible for criminals to improve and that by its very finality the death penalty contradicts this.
I don't have a computer. I am the Luddite of rock'n'roll, I don't have a portable phone. I write things down.
The writers of the French enlightenment had deliberately used blasphemy as a weapon, refusing to accept the power of the Church to set limiting points on thought.