Good night, sweetheart," he says. "Good bye, sweetheart," I say. And it's so casual, so innocent that he doesn't suspect a thing.

Most dystopian, classic and contemporary, paints a future world that puts a twist on present society - a future world that could plausibly happen.

Set fire to the broken pieces; start anew.

Dystopian, by definition, promises a darker story.

I think she's brave. I think that nobody has ever believed what she could be capable of. All her life, nobody was listening.

Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.

There's a hazy smile on her lips that won't go away, and her hair is a mess. It's like a brushfire filled with casualties.

‎I have always been fascinated by the ocean, to dip a limb beneath its surface and know that I'm touching eternity, that it goes on forever until it begins here again.

We writers are resilient souls.

Her mind is a bird that's trapped inside her skull, flapping and thrashing, never breaking free.

Childhood is a long, long road, from which that dark whispering forest of death seems an impossible destination.

I can't not find humor in elements of most parts of life, but at the same time nothing ever seems perpetually funny to me.

Skid marks all across my brain, cause you're leaving me with so much pain. I was pretty sure that you could be the one, now it is evident that it was hit and run.

It's important to say that the more challenging a scene is, in a way, the more fun it is because the more of my job I get to do.

Baseball is like this. Have one good year and you can fool them for five more, because for five more years they expect you to have another good one.

Eternity manifests itself in endless ways on endless planes of existence that they call lokas, other dimensions...worlds within worlds.

Some things are best left alone. Such as interfering in things which are beyond our powers.

The quality of a man's mind can generally be judged by the size of his wastepaper basket.

I am inspired by life, past experiences, what's to come, women around me, art, colors, paintings, and emotions.

If a man does not know what port he is steering for, no wind is favorable to him.

Tis now the very witching time of night, when churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world.