Don't let the grass grow under your feet

Thanks to the long days of rain, the blades of grass glowed with a deep-green luster, and they gave off the smell of wildness unique to things that sink their roots into the earth

Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That’s part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads - at least that’s where I imagine it - there’s a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in awhile, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you’ll live forever in your own private library.

— Murakami Haruki

Well, I’m your man. I’m the bloody bastard you wanted when you had me spawned. I’m your tool, and what difference does it make if I hate the part of me that you most need ? What difference does it make that when the little serpents killed me in the game, I agreed with them, and I was glad.

—Ender’s game

Don’t go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first.

—Mark Twain

Just remember that sometimes, the way you think about a person isn’t the way they actually are.

—John Green