Hate misleads, fear distorts and love blinds.

Time has ghosts. That's what time is: the ghost of every instant passed, haunting the potential of every moment to come.

Love is a warm brain, not a leaping heart.

Dreams are life, real life, not simply reflections. Dreams are honest.

Do you have to feel something for it to be real or mean anything? Can you touch your dreams, taste your imagination.

The reaction to death is sometimes as violent as death itself. Shock throws a cautious coolness over your senses, but your stomach still has knots, your skin stings as if the Reaper is glaring at you as well.

If you do not fear God, then fear your dreams, because they're how He talks to you.

Fate knows all about you, it knows your fears and your weaknesses and your confidences and strengths, and it can be ready for all of them when it decides that the time is right. It can move you like a pawn in a terrible game of chess, sacrifice you for the good of others, drop you from a building you should never have been inside, give you a disease that no one has ever heard of. Luck and chance are impartial. Fate is active. It picks on people. Almost as if it thinks about things too much ...

Growing up closes so many doors. The modern world doesn't allow for miracles, so we don't see them. It's a very precious gift, an open mind, but it's not passive. You've got to nurture it like a bed of roses; otherwise it will wither and die. Make sure you don't close off your mind to things you find strange. Sometimes they may be the only truth.

The future and the past are equally meaningless because they are nebulous entities, times that do not exist, containing events which have no echo because they are gone, or which hold no import because they are yet to happen. What is important is the here and now, and now, and now, and the spaces between the nows.

Real fear is like intense pain. It's there to warn you something's truly wrong.

Between a gasp and a sigh, a life can change forever.