He opened his mouth, but stopped as he beheld her smile. Though she had no regrets about her choice, she felt something strangely like disappointment when he said, "As you wish.

We each survive in our own way.

No. I can survive well enough on my own— if given the proper reading material.

You could be great. You could rattle the stars. You could do anything if only you dared.

Sometimes, the wicked will tell us things just to confuse us–to haunt our thoughts long after we've faced them.

What's the point in having a mind if you don't use it to make judgements?

I'm not married, ” he said softly, “because I can't stomach the idea of marrying a woman inferior to me in mind and spirit. It would mean the death of my soul.

Some people just need a high-five. In the face. With my knives.

A lovely girl gazing at the stars, and the stars who gazed back.

I like music, ' she said slowly, 'because when I hear it, I...I lose myself within myself if that makes any sense. I become empty and full all at once.

Her hand rose to her lips and she stared up at the stars, feeling her heart grow, and grow, and grow.

No pain could match the emptiness of separation, no agony rivaled the unreality of not being with her.

Sarah learnt a lot from Alex. Like the way men could say one thing, then another, then act in a way inconsistent with both positions and somehow still be convinced of their own integrity.

Not one of the learned gentlemen who pretend that the Mosaic laws are filled with justice and intelligence, would live, for a moment, in any country where such laws were in force.

Fear of knowing is very deeply a fear of doing.

Astrological prayers seem to me to be built on as good reason as the predictions.

I'm competitive. I like to compete, and that's basically what the decathlon lets me do.

Smell is a strange sight. It evokes sentimental landscapes through a sudden sketching of the subconscious.

Not all who own a harp are harpers.

Monopoly is the condition of every successful business.