I don't make the laws, I just enforce them." "Then remind me to introduce a new set of laws, since the ones we have clearly assume a level of common sense that's lacking.

Not all of our heartless plans work as we intend; nor do all of our good intentions. We are where we are, and we can rarely predict where we will go, no matter how firm our beliefs.

I'm missing something, aren't I?" "Brains", he snapped. "And survival instinct. The Hawklord's been waiting for you for three hours." "Tell him I'm dead.

Maybe home is something we have to make, and remake, over and over.

What humans do when they're desperate is just an expression of fear. What they do when they feel safe is a better indication of whether or not you can trust them.

Truth, like beauty, is in the eyes of the beholder.

We all fail. But none of us fail all the time.

Kaylin is not known for her punctuality. She is known, in fact, for her lack--even by those outside of the Hawklord's command.

Success and failure are two edges of the same blade, two sides of the same coin. To fear one is to forever deny the possibility of the other.

The truth was only another mask, even if it was the best fit, the closest to skin and all that lay beneath

The look he gave her made her turn away for a moment. Sometimes you couldn’t look too closely at another person’s pain.

I love to strengthen myself with a healthy diet, plenty of exercise and maintaining a strong connection to myself.

I let myself exist mainly through my children... [but] I could not even guess at the lives my children led.

The Bible is clear that the Holy Spirit is God Himself.

Tim Henman has the all-time Betty Crocker draw. We're talking Easy Bake Oven.

The past is a bucket of ashes

When I start to write something, I suppose I want it to change me, to make me into something not myself.

Any documentary; any capturing of a non-fiction event, is a hyper-realistic condensation of reality that hopefully reveals an emotional truth. It's never the actual literal truth of an event.

An answering smile drifted across his tanned face. "What is mine, I intend to keep.

Barrons’ lips twitched. I’d almost made him smile. Barrons smiles about as often as the sun comes out in Dublin, and it has the same effect on me; makes me feel warm and stupid.

What I wanted was some dreamlike Frank Lloyd Wright bungalow where we could sit on the veranda forever and it would always be twilight in the temperate zones, in the most beautiful house.