I could stay here forever." "But you won't." "Maybe I will.

I love you Denver Beck," she whispered. "I have for a long time." Then she stepped back. "Now it's your turn to decide if you love me.

Can you dance?" she asked before she could stop herself. "I can," he said, affronted. "I'm really good with the slow songs.

‎'The demon cried, waving its furry arms above his head like a demented orangutan.

The End is Nigh!" the man shouted. "Is there still time for hot chocolate?" Riley asked. The-End-is-Nigh guy blinked. "Ah, maybe, I don’t know.

Don't start,” he warned. “What?” she said, grinning. “I'm sure all the big, bad trappers have a bun-bun in their houses.

Simon had been all lined up and he’d managed to throw away the best girl he’d ever meet. “What a dumbass,” Beck muttered. “No way I’d have done that.

It was the kiss of a man who had waited years for the moment, and feared that it would never come again.

She knew what he had in mind. He'll propose in Scotland on my birthday. There was no doubt as to what her answer would be.

I can't face losin' ya, Riley. Yer all I got left in this world.” That brutal honesty again. He'd peeled away more armor, and this time he'd exposed his heart.

I learned that the Holy Water better be fresh, that I need practice throwing the spheres, and that someone has to watch my back so asshats don't steal my demons.

With his night-cap and his night-shirt tatters, He botches up the loop-holes in the structure of the world.

Metal isn't necessarily aggressive. There's metal that's contemplative, there's metal that's sad, and there's metal that's exuberant. No genre is limited in what it can express.

He is proud of the lustre of his coat, and cannot endure that a hair of it shall lie the wrong way.

Loneliness Is Not The Absence Of Affection, But The Absence Of Direction.

Surprise is the mother of panic.

Every professional footballer should seek to play at least one game at Celtic Park. I have never felt anything like it.

Zeppelin were a blues band but [also] so much more, [as were] The Stones.

We are in truth but pieces on this chess board of life, which in the end we leave, only to drop one by one into the grave of nothingness.

How many people have you made homesick for God?

I'm not Jesus, but I have very valuable information.