He had carte blanche to eat whatever he wanted. No amount of broccoli and vitamin D kills ten lung tumors and I know not how many brain tumors. Have the tiramisu.

Shane met him owing to the storybooks she studied to discover what attributes made one princessly—this wasn't technically a word, but she felt there should be equity in adjectives if not in life.

Trying to destroy yourself gives a pretty clear message and it's not one I think you'd like. Sounds a bit like, “I'm too self-centered to be constructive, so I have to open a vein…

We're all suicides. The tragedy is every day that we don't die.

Isn't watching sacred potential kill itself as good a punishment as eternal fire?

Opening her mouth to take a bite seemed forward. Chewing? Obscene. Mutual mastication was out of the question.

She could not keep his death in her head, like when she tried to imagine the infiniteness of the universe and nearly swooned at the vastness of the thought.

The nature of God's plan can be difficult to fathom when you are toiling in some small corner of it, but it is glorious from above, if you allow yourself the perspective.

The demons are not easily dispatched, instead attaching themselves to otherwise beautiful things, a favorite food or a love note left for you, to see how you react when they rear up.

Do you know what Hell is? ...No fire, no brimstone. Man in his infinite folly invented that to rob from his brothers their will. Hell is existing without Our Father. None of His love touches me.

Maybe it is like Pascal's Wager, but I want to believe in the immortality of the soul because consciousness is such a fantastic gift that is feels cruel and unfair to end it so quickly.

When you were too young and naïve to see the risks, I incurred your wrath to protect you. Scream at me for it if you must. Thank me for it when you finally grow up.

I bet they didn't tell you that was in the gift bag.

Time's stern tide, with cold Oblivion's wave, Shall soon dissolve each fair, each fading charm.

All stress is ultimately related to loss or the fear of loss.

High in the air rises the forest of oaks, high over the oaks soar the eagle, high over the eagle sweep the clouds, high over the clouds gleam the stars... high over the stars sweep the angels.

Every star has that certain something that stands out and compels us to notice them.

Once you get away from wanting to get paid, you can actually say some true things.

Did you really invent the computer, or am I being pranked right now?

I love you, Mira…my Mate. My life. You’re my everything.

The imaginary friends I had as a kid dropped me because their friends thought I didn't exist.