And he looked lonely enough that she said, 'If you like, you could be my friend'.

When your people are lying dead around you, don't come crying to me...

He looked at his friend, perhaps for the last time, and said what he had always known, from the moment they’d met, when he’d understood that the prince was his brother in soul. “I love you.

Aelin is alive.

There was such glittering darkness in her, an endless rift straight through her core

He'd known, since the moment he figured out who she was, that while Celaena would always pick him, Aelin would not.

She had awoken this morning and slipped the amethyst ring off her finger. It had felt liked a blessed release, a final shadow lifted from her heart.

They had survived, when so many had not. And no one ­else could understand what it was like to bear it, unless they had lost as much.

She should not remember what it was like to be free.

Why bother? Maybe the world’s not worth saving.” She knew he meant it, too. Those lifeless eyes spoke volumes.

She wouldn't ask. Didn't want to know what manner of thing might crawl toward a fire.

I imagine music sitting in a chair across from me saying "and how does that make you feel?".

She was always tired, these days. She put on one of those smiles that wasn’t really a smile at all, and they went on.

We crucify ourselves between two thieves: regret for yesterday and fear of tomorrow.

I am what time, circumstance, history, have made of me, certainly, but I am also, much more than that. So are we all.

Much wisdom often goes with fewest words.

I consider C++ the most significant technical hazard to the survival of your project and do so without apologies.

We humans need to do better with our vast minds and alchemical powers. Future radial poetries might be more symbiotic with the rest of consciousness.

Some of the bigger companies seem to be copying only to make money, which creatively is very bad. I sometimes wonder if they have any respect.

I think that Barack Obama faces a level of divisiveness, and I don't mean on a national level in terms of the North and the South and the Civil War; I really mean just politically.

Denigrating art you don't understand doesn't hurt the art - it reveals something about your willingness to learn.