Did something happen to the sanctity of your church again?" My eye twitched. "Newt broke it so she could look in my closet." Again.

And then there are the rare ones who know love, who understand it. Who freely give of themselves, demanding only a return of that love,that trust.

I'll wait for you under the bluebells. I'll be there always.

Actually, I am kind of busy right now,” I drawled as I settled back into the chair and closed my eyes. “You have to make melanin while the sun shines.

I told you, computers are like women. If you shout at them or ask them to do too many things at once, they shut down and you won't even get a sniff" pg. 4

Breaking rules isn't bad when what you're doing is more important than the rule itself

I’ve got your back. Nothing alive will ever hurt you if I have breath in me. And nothing dead will hurt you if I don’t.” (Kisten)

Maybe he thinks he can rescue me? No one is that stupid.

Sure, he had a wife and fifty-four kids, but he looked like a college freshman. A yummy college freshman majoring in Oh-my-god-I-gotta-get-me-some-of-that.

Endings are not always bad. Most times they're just beginnings in disguise.

Sure, it was nice now, but eventually there would be running and screaming and blood on the floor.

The painter knew the mirror lied. And the canvas told the truth.

The thing we're all looking for is happiness, and if we achieve just a modicum of that or even a little piece of serenity even for five minutes a day, we're very lucky.

Truths would you teach, or save a sinking land? All fear, none aid you, and few understand.

Just as the birds of the air are fed, we'll continue to be fed.

If we need a true conception of the popular character to guide our sympathies rightly, we need it equally to check our theories, and direct us in their application.

There's a cancer on the presidency.

If the sun were made of hamsters, the earth would be incinerated.

How can life be worth living, if devoid Of the calm trust reposed by friend in friend? What sweeter joy than in the kindred soul, Whose converse differs not from self-communion?

By virtue of believing in a Supreme Being one embraces certain mysteries.

So maybe it wasn't the fairy tale. But those stories weren't real anyway. Mine were.