He who rides a tiger is afraid to dismount.

Her music ran through him with electric energy, more joyous than anything he could remember and more painful than silver.

Your music hurts, the way sunshine hurts when you’ve existed for a long time in darkness.

He cupped her head with both hands. “You’re full of your own kind of magic, and it’s much more rare and beautiful than all the other spells around you. They are commonplace. You are unique.

Hell is empty, and all the devils are here.” “Unfortunately, ” he said as gently as he knew how, “it would appear so.

Lifting his head, he whispered against her wet, throbbing lips, “Too much?” Wasn’t that sweet, Consider even. But oh, hell no. She gasped, “Not enough.

I can’t get enough of you, ” he said against her neck. “When I walk away from you I feel like I’ve cut myself off from breathing.

I want you too, so much, ” she whispered. He murmured in her ear, “Then take me.

How many geniuses die undiscovered, not only by others but, more sadly, by themselves?

Beauty and truth may be attributes of good writing but if the writer deliberately aims at truth he is likely to find that what he has hit is the didactic.

If it is the case that you need just a first 11 and three or four more players, then why did Christopher Columbus sail to India to discover America?

And the fact that Haiti was occupied for 19 years by the United States, from 1915 to 1934.

Explain nothing. Put it there. Say it. Leave.

We don't always get what we deserve," she replied, patting James over his heart. "Sometimes we get more; sometimes we get less. At least we get something.

A lot of wars are fought between black and whites daily in America. But if it's something I want to be with, the people who started it were black, I wouldn't not get in it.

I’m not anyone,” he says. “I’m nobody. That’s what being factionless is.

Hypocrisy is nothing, in fact, but a horrible hopefulness.

I don't believe that grief passes away. It has its time and place forever. More time is added to it; it becomes a story within a story. But grief and griever alike endure.