As his hands moved to his trousers, he saw that she was pulling the bedsheets over her. "Don't," he said, barely recognizing his own voice. Her eyes met his, and he said, "I'll be your blanket".

She was petite, small in that way that made a man want to slay dragons.

You always get more respect when you don't have a happy ending.

Society is capricious and rewards the bad as often as the good. But it never rewards the quiet.

I had to do something," she said. "I couldn't just sit and wait for life to happen to me any longer.

I vow to spend the rest of my life keeping your hands and feet warm.

I don't know whether to toss you through that window or shake your hand and say 'Well done'" Henry said in a tired voice.

sometimes there are reasons for our fears that we can’t quite explain. Sometimes it’s just something we feel in our bones, something we know to be true, but would sound foolish to anyone else.

She hated that she was still so desperate for a glimpse of him, but it had been this way for years.

James - "Are you paying attention or just trying to make me look like an idoit?" Elizabeth - "Oh, I'm definately paying attention. If you look like an idiot it has nothing to do with me.

Sometimes Hen...I think I would give my life just for one of your smiles.

Until you change how you get things done, you'll never know what works best.

We may run, walk, stumble. drive, or fly, but let us never lose sight of the reason for the journey, or miss a chance to see a rainbow on the way.

You may GIVE UP in self-denial but you GIVE–IN in denial of self.

The new is not revealed to those whose eyes are fastened in worship upon the old.

You’re shaking … so am I. It’s because of Jerusalem, isn’t it? One doesn’t go to Jerusalem, one returns to it. That’s one of its mysteries.

Sleep is still difficult I sleep for three or four hours a day. Usually sometime in the afternoon. I walk in the cold, keep myself numb. I cry less, and less." (James Frey, pg.88)

It's always a mistake for writers to key their submissions to world events, because they move so quickly and unpredictably, as has certainly proven the case in Afghanistan.

On a ship thats made of paper, I would sail the seven seas. (Just to be with you)

Despair is typical of those who do not understand the causes of evil, see no way out, and are incapable of struggle. The modern industrial proletariat does not belong to the category of such classes.

The odds of not meeting in this life are so great that every meeting is like a miracle. It's a wonder that we don't make love to every single person we meet.