Mouth guard. And I think we'll start you in goal." Goal sounded like a special job. I didn't want a special job, unless that special job involved sitting on the side under a pile of blankets.

The funny thing about stop signs is that they're also start signs.

I realize Jubilee is a bit of a stripper name. You probably think I have heard the call of the pole.

Writing is one of the few careers for which you essentially train yourself, the other two major ones being juggling and pickpocketing.

i miss you so much it's giving me a pain in my pancreas.

Fear can't hurt you," she said. "When it washes over you, give it no power. It's a snake with no venom. Remember that. That knowledge can save you.

It's always easier to say good-bye when you know it's just a prelude to hello.

You can never visit the same place twice. Each time, it's a different story. By the very act of coming back, you wipe out what came before.

I like you because you were mad. And you're pretty. And pretty sane for a mad person.

Guilt isn't always a rational thing, Clio realized. Guilt is a weight that will crush you whether you deserve it or not.

I have no phobias. Phobias are irrational. My fears are rational and CAREFULLY CULTIVATED, like roses.

Throughout the history of mankind, the virtues embraced by humanity have remained true, unwavering, and consistent.

Impatience may be a virtue if you have to write for today's generation.

You're not interesting in the least, " she spat. "I don't need to be, " I smiled. "That's what you need...And you're welcome to it.

It is better to die on your feet than to live on your knees!

When it's over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

I would give the greatest sunset in the world for one sight of New York's skyline.

I tried to reach the combatants with my music. I tried to turn my anger into something positive. Myself, and others like me, just tried to keep rock and roll alive.

The observer listens to nature: the experimenter questions and forces her to reveal herself.

I wish ghosts were real!

Stop? I'm the guy. I don't stop! That's the woman's job. We're the gas, they're the brakes.