Cole sat back up, slowly, and I opened my eyes. His expression, as ever, was blank, the face he wore when something mattered. He said, "That's how I would kiss you, if I loved you.

People shouldn't have to earn kindness. They should have to earn cruelty.

Scent is the strongest tie to memory.

In the darkness, he is invisible, but I can still feel him beside me. Sometimes you don't have to see something to know it is there.

I always listen to you. Except when I don't.

Because you have only known me for like fourteen seconds and seven of those were us making out and you still know more about me than all of my friends in this stupid place.

I was trying to decide if you still had free will as a wolf. If I was a terrible person for planning to drug my girlfriend and drag her back to my house to keep in the basement.

Are there any other missing persons living under your roof? Elvis? Jimmy Hoffa? Amelia Earhart? I'd just like full disclosure now, before we go any further.

I wanted a library like this...[] A cave of words that I'd made myself.

I was thinking lots of things, but most of them needed to stay thoughts, not words.

He sounded absolutely miserable. “Are you ever going to speak to me?

Even if you are on the right track, but just sit there, you will still get run over.

When the wind blows in your face, when you feel you are losing your head, when the going gets tough, and when all else fails, look inside you, you are not alone.

The more in harmony you are with the flow of your own existence, the more magical life becomes.

It's almost as if our society values opinion over knowledge.

Love is the bond of perfection.

I voluntarily inflicted a certain level of insanity on myself.

When I do fall in love, I'll go to the ends of the earth for that person. I'd lay down on a carpet of nails for the person I love.

Many of us write because we are readers and have grown up in a long tradition, and we want to be able to add to that extraordinary flow of interpretations of the world.

I look like a casual, laid-back guy, but it's like a circus in my head.

People in London think of London as the center of the world, whereas New Yorkers think the world ends three miles outside of Manhattan.