Every villain is a hero in his or her own mind.

Dig until you hit rock. Then take out that jackhammer and go a little deeper.

You'll sleep with the lights on after reading Gregg Olsen.

Fear was there, too, cold and hot at the same time, making everything in the plain room sharper, with fewer shadows.

You need to have faith and trust, Moira.""And a little bit of pixie dust?

So why isn't the world overrun with evil spirits?"Moira stared at her, a half-smile on her face. "Who says it isn't?

You don't believe in miracles.""Sure I do. I just haven't seen any lately.

He had to get out, get some space between him and the world, just to breathe.

She was so alone. Dead to the world. No one to love. No one who loved her.

Why do the Gods make kings and queens if not to protect the ones who can't protect themselves?

Why should there not be a patient confidence in the ultimate justice of the people? Is there any better or equal hope in the world?

Generally speaking, there is more wit than talent in the world. Society swarms with witty people who lack talent.

I was half asleep but I smiled. In spite of all his irritating qualities, I couldn't help liking a man who despised a fictional character with such passion.

I know of no more important subject to the peace of Europe and the world than the reasonable reduction of armaments, especially in Europe, and of naval armaments throughout the world.

For an advanced preceiver, the play of life is to assemble and reassemble the self in alternate realities of which this is one.

We just feel like we don't have the means, To rise above and beat it. So we keep waiting, Waiting on the world to change...

I was never like, 'Oh, I really want to play Cinderella.' That's not necessarily always been the dream. But it's super fun to play a princess.

I've always really loved stories told from the point of view of children.

We long for simplicity and ordinariness.