After all, if you run far enough, no one can catch you.

And there in the dark, he asks her if it was really worth it.Were the instants of joy worth the stretches of sorrow?Were the moments of beauty worth the years of pain?And she turns her head, and looks at him, and says, "Always.

Look, everyone talks about the unknown like it's some big scary thing, but it's the familiar that's always bothered me. It's heavy, builds up around you like rocks, until it's walls and a ceiling and a cell.

Knowledge may be power, but money buys both.

And there in the dark, he asks if it was really worth it.Were the instants of joy worth the stretches of sorrow?Were the moments of beauty worth the year of pain?And she turns her head, and looks at him, and says 'Always.

Death comes for us all, Brother. You cannot hide from it forever. We will die one day, you and I." "And that doesn't frighten you?" Rhy shrugged. "Not nearly as much as the idea of wasting a perfectly good life in fear of it.

Because it wasn't enough to be happy, not for Lila. She wanted more. Wanted an adventure . . . Maybe it wasn't a matter of what she didn't have, of what she wasn't, but what she was.

He assures you that you’ll find your calling, but that’s the whole problem, you’ve never felt called to any one thing. There is no violent push in one direction, but a softer nudge a hundred different ways, and now all of them feel out of reach.

That time always ends a second before you're ready. That life is the minutes you want minus one.