Her rebirth stood in her mind with the clarity of a perfect diamond, the light scattering the rainbows through her body.

She had thought he was dead, or at least not totally alive, and you could not still be dating someone you believe had an autopsy, so it was not really cheating.

You kill by consent, every time you let something… pervert the balance when you have the power to stop it.

They may have been rightly overbearing in her formative years, but they also loved Roselyn enough to trust she needed dreams more than realities.

She did not arrive at Annandale without taking the chisel to herself more than once, without rubbing up against a few boys to smooth an edge or two.

Now that this destiny was about to happen, every instinct within him fought against it, realizing he had been fetishizing suicide.

She had seen this relationship dying before it ever lived, but allowed optimism and lust to blind her.

You and me? We are never going to be just friends. The only time I'm not adoring you is when I am too busy hating you and wishing to God I never met you...

I wanted a life of adventure. I wanted to travel. I wanted to work my way up to being Somebody. I wanted to leave a mark on the Earth and be remembered.

She kissed him… long enough he could almost hear her thoughts. Long enough that he began to know her story, know what she had been through.

To her, it was like asking a butterfly what it remembered about being a caterpillar. She could fly now and nothing could touch her when she left the cocoon of her body behind at night.

Yea I may come across as blunt, but I will say the truth even if its bitter, that's just me. You either hate me for it or respect me for it.

The bomber will always get through. The only defense is in offense, which means that you have to kill more women and children more quickly that the enemy if you want to save yourselves.

The ideal beauty is a fugitive which is never found.

Everybody should live quietly whether his experiences are happy or sad, whether they are successes or failures. That is contentment.

If I had blood, I'd blush.

Neither can live while the other survives, and one of us is about to leave for good.

Having achieved such signal successes in the east, Russia and Roumania being both disposed of, the German leaders planned a campaign designed to crush Italy.

The worst thing about the miracle of modern communications is the Pavlovian pressure it places upon everyone to communicate whenever a bell rings.

Courage is doing something despite the fear, and I've worked hard on being a courageous person.

To see everything in God and to see God in everything normally takes a lifetime of practice.