My father's answer was revenge-has always been revenge-and the outcome was just, but not better. Nothing is fixed.

The treachery of demons is nothing compared to the betrayal of an angel.

All my life, I've understood the nature of where I come from, but I never thought it might be wicked until now.

That was the thing about being bereaved. People were overcome with sympathy. They did things for you without even considering whether or not it was the right thing to do.

People make decisions, and maybe you don't always agree, but those choices are still their own.

Once, my mother told a whole host of angels that she’d rather die than go back to a man she didn’t love.

Tender, " she said again. "Tender is kind and gentle. It's also sore, like the skin around an injury.

You asked about love. I don't know about love, Daphne. I just know I don't want anything but you. I don't want to anywhere but with you.

I'm not about love, but in this moment, I wish that I were.

He smiles an honest smile for the first time, and the difference is hard to describe but easy to recognize.

I just want that, the way I feel when you kiss me. Just having it makes all the bad things better.

There is no "wrong train.

The greatest tragedy of life is not that men perish but that they cease to love.

If you have a brother or sister, tell them you love them every day - that's the most beautiful thing. I told my sister how much I loved her every day. That's the only reason I'm OK right now.

A good library can provide the furniture of our minds and the threads from which we weave our dreams.

If we wanted home truths, we should have stayed at home.

Monks, nuns, long-term spinsters and bachelors and permanent homosexuals are all, in a reproductive sense, aberrant. Society has bred them, but they have failed to return the compliment.

What an age do we live in, when 'tis a miracle if in ten couples that are married, two of them live so as not to publish to the world that they cannot agree.

If I got a dollar every time someone told me to name my future kid 'Batmo' I'd almost have enough to pay for therapy for a kid named Batmo.

A bad poem is one that vanishes into meaning.

While the angels, all pallid and wan, Uprising, unveiling, affirm That the play is the tragedy, "Man", And its hero the Conqueror Worm.