• Promise me you'll never forget me, because if I thought you would I'd never leave. - A.A. Milnes
• "If ever there is a tomorrow where we're not together, There is something you always remember, you are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we're apart, I'll always be with you."
• "One of the advantages of being disorderly, is that one is comstantly making new discoveries."
• "Don't underestimate the value of doing nothing, of just going along, listening to all the things you can't hear, and not bothering." - A.A. Milnes
• "If you live to be 100 I want to live to 100 minus 1 day so I never have to live without you." - A.A. Milnes
• "Get your facts straight, then you can distort them as you please." - Mark Twain
• "Don't worry about the world coming to an end, it's already tomorrow in Australia" - Charles M. Shultz
• "Do you want to know why I use a knife? Guns are too quick. You can't savor all the.... little emotions. In, you see.. in their last moments, people show who they really are. So in a way, I know your friends better than you ever did. Would you like to know which of them were cowards?" - The Joker
• "Do not stand on my grave and weep,I am there, I do not sleep, I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on the snow, I am the sunlight on the ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain, when you awaked in the huge mornings rush, I am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight, I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand on my grave an weep; I am not there, I did not die." - From I think maybe.. The Book Thief(?)
• "I had never really thought about it, but summer was Dill by the fish pool smoking string, Dill's eyes alive with complicated plans to make Boo Radley emerge, summer was the swiftness with which Dill would reach up and kiss me when Jem was not looking, the longings we sometimes felt eachother feel. With him, life was routine; without him, life was unbearable." - Scout, To Kill A Mockingbird
• "Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind." - Dr.Suess
• "“You see madness, as you know, is like gravity. All it takes is a little push!” - The Joker
• "Depressed and slinking thought they were, eyes of fire were not wanting among them; nor compresssed lips, white with what they suppressed; nor foreheads knitted into the likeness of the gallows-rope they mused about enduring, or inflicting." -A Tale of Two Cities
• "The truth is, a man can only find true love once he surrenders to it. When he opens his heart to the partner of his soul and says: "Here it is! the very essence of me! It's yours to nuture or destroy!"
• "I know my head isn't screwed on straight. I want to leave, transfer, warp myself to a different galaxy. I want to confess everything, hand over the guilt and mistake and anger to someone else. There is a best in my guy, I can hear in scraping away at the inside of my ribs. Even if I dump the memories, it will stay with me, sustaining me."

Cormac Mccarthy

• "He thought each memory recalled must do some violence to its origins. As in a party game. Say the word and pass it on. So be sparing. What you alter in the remembering has yet a reality, known or not." -The Road
• "Where men can't live gods fair no better."
• "When we're all gone at last then they'll be nobody here but death and his days will be outnumbered too. He'll be out there on the road with nothing to do and no one to do it to. He'll say: Where did everybody go? And that's how it will be. What'd wrong with that?" -The Road
• "By then all stores of food had given out and murder was everywhere upon the land. The world soon to be largely populated by mean who would eat your children in front of your eyes and cities themselves held by cores of blackened looters who tunneled amont the ruins and crawled from the rubble white of tooth and eye carrying charred and anonymous tins of food in nylon nets like shoppers in the commissaries of hell. The soft black talc blew through the streets like squid ink uncoiling along the sea floor and the cold crept down and the dark came early and the scavengers passing down the steep canyons with their torches trod silky holes in the drifted ash that closed behind them silently as eyes. Out on the roads the pilgrims sank down and fell over and died and the bleak and shrouded earth went trundling past the sun and returned again as trackless and as unremarked as the path of any nameless sisterworld in the ancient dark beyond." -The Road