Brigan threw his head back and smiled at the sky. "Well said, Lady. The world may be falling to pieces, but at least the lot of us can have a bath.

Location: Amsterdam, Where Fire Is Called "Vlam

I'm not good at love. I'm like a barbed creature. I push everyone I love away.

When a monster stopped behaving like a monster, did it stop being a monster? Did it become something else?

The only way for you to keep your mind straight is to run from those who would confuse you.

I don't want to love you if you're only going to die.

He considered her seriously. "Well. And that's easy," he said. "My Grace will protect me from him, And I'll protect you. You'll be safe with me, Katsa.

I'm not such a bad fighter myself," Skye said. Po exploded with laughter. "Oh, fight him, Katsa. Please fight him. I can't imagine a more entertaining diversion.

Your eyes are beautiful," he said, and she felt warm suddenly, warm in the sun that dappled through the treetops and rested on them in patches.

Wonderful," Garan grumbled when he'd gone. "We'll grow a reputation for our kindness to lawbreakers.

Every configuration of people is an entirely new universe unto itself.

Man has two great spiritual needs. One is for forgiveness. The other is for goodness.

I think I was technically uncredited as Local #1, because there were three of us. But I had the most lines [in My Sweet Charlie].

Half-truths can be as deceptive as outright lies.

I suppose that it's my impulse to mine, as a writer, these scary parts of ourselves and the world.

Our Lord did not say it was wrong to pray in the corners of the street, but He did say it was wrong to have the motive to "be seen of men".

Dying for dark — and the darker the Worse. Strange.

I have a right to live my life and just be me with whoever I choose. We just do the best we can.

I can not imagine a God ... made happy by my getting down on my knees and calling him 'great'.

The association between failure, loneliness, and solitude is so strong in our culture that people often find it difficult to believe that there are some who like being by themselves.

Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death.