It was a bad idea to play chicken with someone who'd known you your whole life. Nobody came out a winner.

I put a knife in your hand and your first instinct was to stab me.""You tried to stab me first, " I objected without thinking.

I hated the quiet. I could hear my fears that much louder for it.

I seemed to still be alive. Which was unexpected. I'd feel good about it when I stopped retching my insides up.

I called the desert into a storm.

I barged through the palace, dripping a trail of blood behind me as I held the dead bird by the neck.

His writer's words poured over her like poetry, and she couldn't find a single wisecrack to put up between them.

All laughing comes from misapprehension. Rightly looked at there is no laughable thing under the sun.

Perhaps I am no one. True, I have a body and I cannot escape from it. I would like to fly out of my head, but that is out of the question.

We need to tap the resource of current and retiring science and math professionals that have both content mastery and the practical experience to serve as effective teachers.

Lessons are not given, they are taken.

A man who contemplates revenge keeps his wounds green.

Terror is trump. Common, brutal suppression methods are considered as sanctified laws. "Old Fighters" are holy ones. From the district leader upwards there are only Gods!

I think that an act of love is immortal; once tendered, it can never really be taken back.

There are lies, damned lies and statistics.

Our party must continue to strike fear in the heart of the white man, our real enemy!