I've never thought of describing her beauty as delicate, because delicate just isn't a word that fits June... but here, now that she's sick, I realize just how fragile she can be.

Love is illogical, love had consequences--I did this to myself, and I should be able to take it.

Yeah, something was wrong. That was the understatement of the year.

My heart is ripped open, shredded, leaking blood. I can't let him leave like this. We've been through to much to turn into strangers.

I want to run. To do what I always do, have always done, for the last five years of my life. Escape, flee into the shadows. But this time, I stand my ground. I'm tired of running.

He is beauty, inside and out.He is the silver lining in a world of darkness.He is my light.

Few people ever kill for the right reasons.

He's right. I can't deny it. I am the reason Day lost everything that matters to him.

Maybe his nightmare had been about me.

All they're going to see is a wealthy man who has no idea how to heal their suffering.

I can taste the good-bye on his lips.

But life isn't really about just geting by. Right when you've lulled yourself into a false sense of security, it likes to throw in a plot twist. Keep you on your toes.

I don't sit in the corner waiting for death: death has to pursue me. I'm going strong. I hope to reach 100 and ask for an extension, just like my grandmother did.

In writing, the connection between storyteller and audience is just as important. By using some subtle devices, a narrator can reach out to the reader and say, 'We’re in this together.'

A little and good fills the trencher.

We all trust each other to some extent. We have to rely on experts to some extent, but we should learn to be sceptical.

I'm good with a grill. I like to make cheeseburgers - I once read in a David Goodis crime novel that you're only supposed to flip a burger once.

You can't explain much in 60 seconds, but when you show Michael Jordan, you don't have to. It's that simple.

There has always been a part of me that saw wilderness and risk-taking as the path to freedom.

I cannot tell by what logic we call a toad, a bear, or an elephant ugly; they being created in those outward shapes and figures which best express the actions of their inward forms.

comparing what you see during an eclipse to the darkness at night is like comparing an ocean to a teardrop.