Although nobody could ever know about our friendship, that wasn’t going to stop us from being together.

I knew that it was impossible for us to be kept apart for too long.

Our pendants glowed in unison and I understood that they represented us – Siren and human intertwined for eternity.

I watched her shadow merge with the darker colours of the deep sea.

I was slightly thankful when Mom finally came out and unlocked the car. It was warm and toasty inside and it smelt like home. There was not the slightest smell of something that didn’t belong home.

The other one was filled with loud and obnoxious tourists. Always boasting on winning a sand castle competition and seeing who could get tanned first. What a whacky bunch of people.

Have you lost your mind? What have I told you Charlie about whales? You can’t MANHANDLE THEM!

She snorted in amusement at my remark. “When are the guards going to start to notice?” Keith peered into the distance. “Starting now,

I closed my eyes and dived into foreign water.

I could have drowned today. If they hadn’t been screaming my name so loudly and if I hadn’t woken up, I would have drowned.

Next time when I dive into the territory that I had lived next to, where my sister grew up, I know what to expect. I would be ready. I would be prepared.

Show me a little bit of your soul under all those pretty words you spill, and I promise you I will drink every last drop.

By union the smallest states thrive by discord the greatest are destroyed.

Don't make the mistake of thinking you're Facebook's customer, you're not - you're the product.

I think that we do have a great country, but there's a lot of things that we're not so great at. Unfortunately, education is one of them.

When you practice selfless giving, you're in balance and harmony with everything.

I'm not unswayed by the opinions of others. I actually really value that, the idea that you can feel things the way somebody else might feel them is a really big part of doing music for me.

Everybody likes to see somebody else get caught for the vices practiced by themselves.

Identity is part of drama to me. Who am I, why am I behaving this way, and am I aware of it?

Life is in color, but black and white is more realistic.

The noiseless din that we have long known in dreams, booms at us in waking hours from newspaper headlines.