Celaena knew where she was before she awoke. And she didn't care. She was living the same story again and

Some things you hear with your ears. Others, you hear with your heart.

The best lies were always mixed with truth.

Everyone sounded the same when they died.

But death was her curse and her gift, and death had been her good friend these long, long years.

To escape death, she'd become death.

Perhaps there was an unstoppable magic inherent in music and art.

Chaol, " he said, looking over his shoulder. Dorian's eyes were frozen, his jaw clenched. "Treat her well.

In every way that counted, I failed him.

Hide from fate all you like, ” Baba Yellowlegs said as they turned away. “But it shall soon find you!

Ashryver eyes.The fairest eyes, from legends oldof brightest, ringed with gold.

If you have few days to live your life, what will be your passion for last days?

Or you just might say that destiny finally caught up with me.

You put high heels on and you change.

Humanity can be pretty stinky.

Animals speak with pure affection. It's important to me to get something going in NY so we can get to be a no-kill city, and give the animals homes and more attention and love.

Only if we are secure in our beliefs can we see the comical side of the universe.

What is it about separation, in any or all of its many forms and degrees, that makes it so basic and so sinister, so exciting and so repellent?

Painting is a play of opacities and transparencies.

The important thing to me is that I'm not driven by people's praise and I'm not slowed down by people's criticism. I'm just trying to work at the highest level I can.

It is obvious that we can no more explain a passion to a person who has never experienced it than we can explain light to the blind.