I no longer knew what was real and what wasn’t. The lines between reality and delusion had become so blurred.

Things are not as they seem. You do not understand. There is no escape. This is all there is.” I had never seen eyes filled with so much sadness.

She brushed the tears from their faces and sang them a melancholy lullaby. Her obvious devotion to her daughters pulled at my heart strings, making my chest ache with longing for my own mother.

I felt like I was living two lives. One in the present and one in the past.

Hesitating, I stood in the doorway to the room holding the proof of my sin.

Nausea and panic rose in my throat. I had killed a man.

The poker fell from my trembling hands as my entire body shook with reaction. I fell to my knees, pressed my hands to my face and began to sob. What had I done?

I wanted to soothe and comfort her, the way she had comforted her daughters.

The day the power of love overrules the love of power, the world will know peace.

Love in the rain is better than hate in the sunshine.

Some words are wind, ser. Some are treason.

The language of experiment is more authoritative than any reasoning: facts can destroy our ratiocination—not vice versa.

There is always a certain leap of faith that editors have made with their nonfiction writers. If the trust is broken, things can get very embarrassing for the writers and the publisher.

Arc, amplitude, and curvature sustain a similar relation to each other as time, motion, and velocity, or as volume, mass, and density.

It is vain to trust in wrong; it is like erecting a building upon a frail foundation, and which will directly be sure to topple over.

Oh, you wanna do a little bit of roleplay? Could you just play dead?

I'm not a big fan of the comics competing against each other.

I'll grant the random access to my heart, Thoul't tell me all the constants of thy love; And so we two shall all love's lemmas prove And in our bound partition never part.