Everybody was strange. In a fit of frustration, she scratched out strange and wrote the word CRACKPOTS in big letters.

Location: Amsterdam, Where Fire Is Called "Vlam

I'm not good at love. I'm like a barbed creature. I push everyone I love away.

When a monster stopped behaving like a monster, did it stop being a monster? Did it become something else?

The only way for you to keep your mind straight is to run from those who would confuse you.

I don't want to love you if you're only going to die.

He considered her seriously. "Well. And that's easy," he said. "My Grace will protect me from him, And I'll protect you. You'll be safe with me, Katsa.

I'm not such a bad fighter myself," Skye said. Po exploded with laughter. "Oh, fight him, Katsa. Please fight him. I can't imagine a more entertaining diversion.

Your eyes are beautiful," he said, and she felt warm suddenly, warm in the sun that dappled through the treetops and rested on them in patches.

Wonderful," Garan grumbled when he'd gone. "We'll grow a reputation for our kindness to lawbreakers.

Every configuration of people is an entirely new universe unto itself.

It is only by choice that our true nature is revealed.

They were the best sort of friends. The sort everyone hopes for but no one deserves, least of all me.

A reputation for money is almost as negotiable as money itself.

Most times, the best thing people deserve from us is our silence.speak through silence and it will be more powerful than harsh words

There's no such thing as quitting. Just sometimes there's a longer pause between relapses.

Finding the one is not just a feeling, it's an educated guess. I feel like I chose someone to share my life with who is my friend.

We made music seated on the grass of Brasilia's super-squares, at home, at college. It was a creative time, more ingenuous, when the people amused more themselves, played more.

I love going to weddings.

Most evil in the world is only partly because of an evil person. Most of it is because of the complicity of bystanders.

Oh, Love is the crooked thing, there is nobody wise enough to find out all that is in it, for he will be thinking about love til the stars run away and the shadows eaten the moon.