I'm really not good with impulse control.

I'm like a fine wine. I get better with age. The best is yet to come.

Sometimes you wake up from a dream. Sometimes you wake up in a dream. And sometimes, every once in a while, you wake up in someone else's dream.

One of the few downsides to being awakened is that we no longer require sleep; therefore we also no longer dream. It's a shame, because if I could dream, I know I'd dream about you.

Wait until next time," he warned. "I'll do things that'll make you lose control within seconds.

My heart shattered. My world shattered

She was right about something else too," Dimitri said after a long pause.... "That I do still love you.

No one had ever called me unnatural before, except for the time I put ketchup on a taco. But seriously, we'd been out of salsa, so what else was I supposed to do?

You see something you like?

Dont worry, Roza, I'm not afraid. I'll take whatever heat they give me over being with you. It's worth it.

Dimitri: "Do not do that again."Rose: "Don't kiss me back then."- Dimitri Belikov & Rose Hathaway (Frostbite)

Your words determine who you are and who you want to be.

Parenthood doesn’t improve one’s character, it exposes it.

I knew of no instruction manual for reaching a higher level of humanity and a greater wisdom. But I felt intuitively that laughter was the beginning of wisdom, as is was indispensable for survival.

The proverb warns that "You should not bite the hand that feeds you." But maybe you should if it prevents you from feeding yourself.

Then I abandoned comics for fine art because I had some romantic vision of being like Vincent Van Gogh Jr.

My goal is to create a book where the entire book-text, pictures, shape of book-work together to create the theme. The placement of images and text on the page is crucial for me.

And yet, just for a moment, what almost frightening power had sounded in that cry from only a few hundred throats! Why was it that they could never shout like that about anything that mattered?

The writing of a poem is like a child throwing stones into a mineshaft. You compose first, then you listen for the reverberation.

When you are on the podium nobody is asking you if you are 15 or 30 years old. What matters is who can do great gymnastics.

Oh, my dear Miss Everdeen. I thought we had an agreement not to lie to each other.