It was the stop that happened when you made up your mind to confess, but your mouth betrayed you in the end.

I'd always liked jogging because it was a place to think.

It is possible to be in love with you just because of who you are.

While I'm gone," Gansey said, pausing, "dream me the world. Something new for every night.

All that mattered was that something had struck the match, and Gansey was burning.

They were always walking away from him. But he never seemed able to walk away from them.

'We have to be back in three hours,' Ronan said. 'I just fed Chainsaw but she'll need it again.' 'This,' Gansey replied, 'is precisely why I didn't want to have a baby with you.'

I wish you could be kissed, Jane,' he said. 'Because I would beg just one off you. Under all this.' He flailed an arm toward the stars.

Adam had once told Gansey, "Rags to riches isn't a story anyone wants to hear until after it's done.

I think they're here because I thought they ought to be here," Gansey said. Blue replied sarcastically. "Okay, God.

When Gansey was polite, it made him powerful. When Adam was polite, he was giving power away.

God is love, and he who abides in love abides in God, and God in him.

Trouble is part of your life and if you don't share it you don't give the person who loves you a chance to love you enough.

If I were to command a general to turn into a seagull, and if the general did not obey, that would not be the general's fault. It would be mine.

It sounds kind of flighty, filmmaker-y, but I believe films are a piece of art. They are meant to be what they're meant to be, and sometimes the artist is informed by the film of what it needs to be.

I'm very fortunate with all the jobs that I've done that I've wanted to do them. So, I feel very grateful for that. With each and every one, I could pick memorable moments.

If there is one abiding theme in the gym, it's the withering work in the ring. Those not fit do not survive.

I want a heart which is split, part by part, because of the pain of separation from God, so that I might explain my longing and complaint to it.

I eventually found that the soul is more than an immortal commodity to win and save. It is the repository of the inner divine, the truest part of us.

You can’t propose that something be a universal space and at the same time keep control of it.

THIS dust was once the Man, / Gentle, plain, just and resolute—under whose cautious hand, / Against the foulest crime in history known in any land or age, / Was saved the Union of These States.