All my life people have called me gifted. Extraordinary. Blessed. I had all these dreams to become something. Someone. No one ever said I couldn't. No one ever said Killer.

The heart that truly loves never forgets.

He stares at me so darkly, so hungily that I can only nod. Agree. Of course, I feel it. "I do", I admit.

Before I sought truth. Now I seek justice.

I respond, thoughts dropping away, like pebbles plopping one by one in water, sinking down, down into dark oblivion.

Yeah. A real date. Something official. You. Me. Tonight. We're long overdue.

Because I know what it feels like to be used, valued only for what you can do... not who you are, not who you want to be.

Ironic, huh? To keep that part of me alive, I have to be close to that which kills it.

You have my word. If you return with me, you won't be harmed. I'd die first.

After running for my life from hunters, a girl with too much lip gloss doesn't register on my fear radar.

I am what everyone always thought. A killer.

No matter how long you train someone to be brave, you never know if they are or not until something real happens.

And perhaps there is a limit to the grieving that the human heart can do. As when one adds salt to a tumbler of water, there comes a point where simply no more will be absorbed.

Ideology... is indispensable in any society if men are to be formed, transformed and equipped to respond to the demands of their conditions of existence.

He who comes to take the love of God can have no taste for the love of the world.

[V]irtue or morality is a necessary spring of popular government.

The world changed somewhat in form during its progress, but never in substance.

Whatever it is that you're successful at, that has to be the No. 1 goal. In my case, it's accessibility. So all of my products have to be usable, accessible, affordable.

In heaven I yearn for knowledge, account all else inanity; On earth I confess an itch for the praise of fools - that's vanity

Yoga is about life, this means all of life, not just part of it.

The wise man does not discriminate; he gathers all the shreds of light, from wherever they may come.