Can'ttrustpeople. Won'tdoanygood. They'llkillyoueverytime. They'llkilleachother. They'llkilleveryone.

Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.

People fall in love without reason, without even wanting to. You can't predict it. That's love.

The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.

Precipitate as weather, she appeared from somewhere, then evaporated, leaving only memory.

Suicides? Heart attacks? The papers didn't seem interested. The world was full of ways to die, too many to cover. Newsworthy deaths had to be exceptional. Most people go unobserved.

Tendencies. Yougottendencies. Soevenifyoudideverythingoveragain, yourwholelife, yougottendenciestodojustwhatyoudid, alloveragain. -The Sheep Man.

The real world—where I probably could never be happy, and never get anywhere.

For darkness terrifies. It swallows you, warps you, nullifies you. Who alive can possibly profess confidence in darkness? In the dark, you can't see.

We keep moving. And as we do, the things around us, well, they disappear.

The ones with no imagination are always the quickest to justify themselves

We live in a world full of people who are satisfied with pretending to be someone they are not.

Merlin's pants!" shrieked Hermione, jumping up and running from the room."Merlin's pants?" repeated Ron, looking amused. "She must be really upset.

I am most thankful to Almighty Providence for mercies received, and determined still to press the case into public notice as a token of gratitude.

Heaven always shower His mercy on us and we return it with our cruelty

Well, many insane people and seriously mentally ill people seem very reasonable.

I like clean-cut, very proper, very elegant looks.

The past is a kind of future that has already happened.

This man is the bee's knees, Arthur, he is the wasp's nipples. He is, I would go so far as to say, the entire set of erogenous zones of every major flying insect of the Western world.

Mystery such as is given of God is beyond the power of human penetration, yet not in opposition to it.

The press is owned by wealthy men who only want certain things to reach the public.