I hear you're supposed to be good at manipulating people. Try a little harder to make me like you, all right? I'm the queen. Your life will be nicer if I like you.

Location: Amsterdam, Where Fire Is Called "Vlam

I'm not good at love. I'm like a barbed creature. I push everyone I love away.

When a monster stopped behaving like a monster, did it stop being a monster? Did it become something else?

The only way for you to keep your mind straight is to run from those who would confuse you.

I don't want to love you if you're only going to die.

He considered her seriously. "Well. And that's easy," he said. "My Grace will protect me from him, And I'll protect you. You'll be safe with me, Katsa.

I'm not such a bad fighter myself," Skye said. Po exploded with laughter. "Oh, fight him, Katsa. Please fight him. I can't imagine a more entertaining diversion.

Your eyes are beautiful," he said, and she felt warm suddenly, warm in the sun that dappled through the treetops and rested on them in patches.

Wonderful," Garan grumbled when he'd gone. "We'll grow a reputation for our kindness to lawbreakers.

Every configuration of people is an entirely new universe unto itself.

Kinko's is the soup kitchen for the technologically disadvantaged.

Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys.

People are so phobic and crazed about this word 'commitment.' It's weird. Everyone has taken this word to a new height of morality.

Memories were like sunshine. They warmed you up and left a pleasant glow, but you couldn't hold them.

Firefighters don't go on strike.

I have more friends in New York than Paris.

Everyone's got different views. I think you're better off staying within the party and prosecuting those views than stepping out of it.

It kind of irritates me that I'm seen as this pretty face. People also say I'm too thin. The truth is pretty people aren't as accepted as other people. It comes with all these stigmas.

Man is the measure of all things, of the reality of those which are, and of the unreality of those which are not.

Freud also said we choose our own neuroses. Capitalism is the neurosis of humanity.