How well it had suited me, that absolute license to march up to evildoers and demand who, what, where, when and why?

A scar does not form on the dying. A scar means, I survived.

I could not stop talking because now I had started my story, it wanted to be finished. We cannot choose where to start and stop. Our stories are the tellers of us.

We were exiles from reality that summer. We were refugees from ourselves.

In my world death will come chasing. In your world it will start whispering in your ear to destroy yourself. I know this because it started whispering to me when I was in the detention center.

Andrew had a gift for deepening the incision he began.

on a bike ride through the Surrey Lanes, pedalling in my cotton dress through the hot fields blushing with poppies, freewheeling down a sudden dip into a cool wooded sanctum.

Exposing corruption, brandishing truth.

I want to be a journalist again. I want to make a difference in the world.

There are countries of the world, and regions of one's own mind, where it is unwise to travel.

Let them say whatever gives them comfort.

Movies don't make people act a fool. People act a fool because they want to act a fool.

If you trust, you will be disappointed occasionally, but if you mistrust, you will be miserable all the time.

I was denied a record contract for 15 years, so I'm not going to be too picky about what I do. I don't have the juice to say no too many times.

I can't tell them what to do!" "Why not?" the other girl demanded. "Honestly, Clary, if you don't start utilizing a bit of your natural feminine superiority, I just don't know what I'll do with you.

If Lincoln were alive today, he'd be turning over in his grave.

Advice is given freely because so much of it is worthless.

We fail, not because of big problems, but because of small purposes.

No one is as good and merciful as the Lord. But even He does not forgive the unrepentant.

Some people asked me if I would be interested in managing the A's. I said a definite no thank you. At night, that place is a graveyard with lights.

The speech of one who knows what he is talking about and means what he says-it is thought on fire.