i have started the lengthy process of pulling weeds from a garden long ignored but i need not do so bare handed

The only way to learn is by playing, the only way to win is by learning, and the only way to begin is by beginning so, without further ado, let's begin.

RIZ: Huh. Is... You just like, hang out at your grave? POK: Whenever you come, uh, I-- whenever you come to talk to me, I can hear you from this side.

Listen to me. You have been awakened into the Unsleeping City. There is a world behind a world. New York is a place of magic. In this realm, the city that never sleeps, the dream world and the waking world commingle, intertwine, and in certain places, become one.

Since childhood, I’ve been faithful to monsters. I have been saved and absolved by them, because monsters, I believe, are patron saints of our blissful imperfection, and they allow and embody the possibility of failing.

Blue was perfectly aware that it was possible to have a friendship that wasn't all-encompassing, that wasn't blinding, deafening, maddening, quickening. It was just that now that she'd had this kind, she didn't want the other.

Someone, I tell you, will remember us, even in another time

When someone leaves your life, those exits are not made equal. Some are beautiful and poetic and satisfying. Others are abrupt and unfair. But most are just unremarkable, unintentional, clumsy.

I just want someone to grab my little face and scream “ON PURPOSE, ON PURPOSE I AM GOING TO CARE ABOUT YOU”

KARKAT: THAT WAS NOW. HEY GUESS WHAT, NEW ORDERS. NO MORE IMPROMPTU AMPUTATIONS, OK? KANAYA: Impromptutations

When trouble finds you, you'll find your way through it And on the other side, you can call to me And I'll know the desert is just the beginning of the sea

The only person I'd run through an airport for is you.

I also learned the word dendrochronology—analyzing the patterns of tree rings to know everything that has ever happened to a tree. This is how I love you. I am peeling back my skin, layer by layer, so you will finally know everything inside me.

Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning

Listen to me. You have been awakened into the Unsleeping City. There is a world behind a world. New York is a place of magic. In this realm, the city that never sleeps, the dream world and the waking world commingle, intertwine, and in certain places, become one.

You don't, and I don't even know what you're gonna become. But for now, you're mine.

“Where have I seen you before?” “In a dream.” “A thousand years ago.”

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting - over and over announcing your place in the family of things.

But tonight he is alive and in the north field with his mother. It is a perfect summer evening: the moon rising over the orchard, the wind in the grass. And as he stares into the sky, there are twice as many stars as usual.

She makes the sound, the sound the sea makes To calm me down