I promised you the moon for your throne and stars to wear in your hair, " said Amar, gesturing inside. "And I always keep my promises.

Her power was a wrenching thing, starless black and sorrow, but my magic was something more...it was hope.

And in such bliss does devastation grow.

Who wanted to be smiled at by the girl that trailed shadows like pets, conjured snakes and waited for Death, her bridegroom, to steal her from these walls?

I love you, " he murmured into my hair. "You are my night and stars, the fate I would fix myself to in any life.

I know your soul. Everything else is just an ornament.

You know nothing about me." "I know your soul. Everything else is an ornament.

My joy was ghostly, like something not quite realized.

He loved her. And she loved him. And in such bliss does devastation grow.

A memory is a fine legacy to leave behind.

Father once said the real language of diplomacy was in the space between words.

That one never asks a question unless he knows the answer is basic to parliamentary questioning.

Do not speak of your happiness to one less fortunate than yourself.

I do think the internet has killed the mystery of the planet. It's removed the pain, the passion, and the struggle - I firmly believe they're all part of creativity.

Making the decision to do more serious work raises eyebrows. It's less easy for the industry to deal with.

What happened?" "During the kiss?" "No, with you and Caroline." "Oh," he said. And then after a second, "Caroline is no longer suffering from personhood.

Abandon cleverness, discard profit, and thieves and robbers will disappear.

The excuse for the destruction of liberty is always the plea of necessary ' that there is no alternative

A culture that holds people back should and can be changed.

I don't think something is a failure if you put your all into it. I'm a big fan of the saying, "Nothing beats a failure but a try."

Fifa cannot sit by and see greed rule the football world. Nor shall we.