Not that I lack confidence in the outcome," Ferrin said, "but would you consider entrusting the piece of my neck to somebody who is not about to confront one of the most deadly beings in the world?

Don't let the brownies bite.

False humility is more insulting than open pride!

In short, heroism means doing the right thing regardless of the consequences.

An unread book does nobody any good. Stories happen in the mind of a reader, not among symbols printed on a page.

Smart people learn from their mistakes. But the real sharp ones learn from the mistakes of others.

Want a reliable road to emotional and spiritual suicide? Spend your life trying to fit in.

Hello, cell. How are you? Still dank and dirty? Me? I've taken up a new habit: talking to my cell. It's like talking to myself but slightly more pathetic.

Running toward danger is foolhardy. ... But so is closing your eyes to it. Many perils become less dangerous once you understand their potential hazards.

FABLEHAVEN: None who enter will leave unchanged. Trespassers will be turned to stone.

Hard to call it a party without sardines.

DON'T BE SO PREPARED FOR THE BATTLE, TO THE POINT YOU FIND YOURSELF UNPREPARED FOR THE VICTORY!WHEN YOU TRULY BELIEVE IN YOURSELF, YOU PREPARE FOR IT ALL!

She could not bear to look at him just now. If she did, she might well slap him again. Or cry. Or kiss him. And never know which was right and which was wrong and which was madness.

Money isn't the most important thing in life, but it's reasonably close to oxygen on the 'gotta have it' scale.

Poverty is the fundamental cause of most of the physical, moral and economic ills of humanity.

Did Alan Moore get screwed on his contract? Of course. Lots of people get screwed, but we still have Spider-Man and lots of other heroes.

When I moved to New York, the reputation just followed me, and I am regularly invited to play in home games, by writers in particular, though finance folk also invite me on occasion.

I think as an artist you evoke feeling and change and through that you send a message.

Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was white as leprosy, The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold.

When someone is drowning in the ocean of attachments, Surrender is the life jacket they can put on and wait for the rescue team

I take a lull from my CamelBak and choke at its potency. It tastes like bad decisions. It's perfect.