I'm a monster, you know. I'm one of the dangerous ones. No you aren't, he promised. Your one of us.

He's so busy looking inside people to find the good that he misses the knife they're holding in their hand.

I bet it gets pretty lonely with only your ego for company.

The thing that scares me is that some part of me understands where they're coming from. They took everything from us, you know? Why shouldn’t we be able to take it back if we have the power to?

If you're going to knock down my suggestion, you'd better have one to replace it.

And people like you are the reason we have middle fingers.

I used to dream about turning back time, about reclaiming the things I'd lost and the person I used to be.

He's just like a stallion. Wild and kicking on the outside, but a heart soft as satin on the inside. Just waiting for the right girl to break him in.

You get a good review, and it’s like crack. You need another hit. And another. And another. I know authors are like Tinkerbell and generally need applause to survive, but it’s a slippery slope.

—I don't want to lose you —Then why are you the one that keeps letting go?

The darkest minds never fade in the afterlight.

In person, Mr. Desmond mixes low-key friendliness and on-message discipline.

An authors publication date never matters, a book not read yet will always be New"...

I think that white people are not seen as people with racial histories.

Distance is a great promoter of admiration.

We need to move from comparative advantage to perpetual advantage.

Most profoundly deaf people have speech that is very difficult to understand.

Magic is the projection of natural energies to produce needed effects.

Life is a constant struggle between being an individual and being a member of the community.

Oblivion is not to be hired.

Stretch a hand to one unfriended And thy loneliness is ended.