you cannot judge a problem with your obsession goggles on and call it truth. you aren't fooling either of us.

he came from a long, long line of princes, but never before had there been a prince quite like him: born with his heart on the outside of his body.

i thought, this is the most incredible thing i have ever seen, and i had better keep it a safe distance away from me. i thought, if someone like that ever loved me, it would set me on fire.

“matt boyd, starting backliner for the foxes. i'm the one who's going to be wrecking your goals this october. nice to meet you.”

Every man put himself into triumph; some to dance, some to make bonfires, each man to what sport and revels his addiction leads him.

Put your chin on my shoulder, love. Climb under the quilt. Remind me what joy feels like. You do it every day, darling - shouldn’t be too troublesome for you.

and i could be enough and we could be enough that would be enough

I thought, this is the most incredible thing I have ever seen, and I had better keep it a safe distance away from me. I thought, if someone like that ever loved me, it would set me on fire.

This moment, and the quieter moments afterward, cannot be edited. They cannot be rewritten. They cannot be erased.

Henry throws everything into question for Alex, an impulsive, charming guy who thought he knew everything: What is worth the sacrifice? How do you do all the good you can do? And, most importantly, how will history remember you?

Like countless other Americans, I was afraid to say this out loud because of what the consequences might be. To you, specifically, I say: I see you. I am one of you. As long as I have a place in this White House, so will you. I am the First Son of the United States, and I’m bisexual. History will remember us.

Jean hated his lot in life, but he was past the point where he could even think of fighting back. He wasn't a rebel; he was a survivor. He did whatever it took to get through the day.

When you're given an opportunity to change your life, be ready to do whatever it takes to make it happen. The world doesn't give things, you take things. If you learn one thing from me, it should probably be that.

It is true that I have my young king who genuinely adores me. You cannot form an idea of our relations. I recall one of the dreams of my youth. I once dreamed that Shakespeare was alive: that I really saw and spoke to him: I can never forget the impression that dream made on me. Then I would have wished to see Beethoven, though he was already dead. Something of the same kind must pass in the mind of this lovable man when with me. He says he can hardly believe that he really possesses me. None can read without astonishment, without enchantment, the letters he writes to me.