Now I am the unknown, the unknowable.

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.

A good way to never run out of ideas? Surround yourself with interesting people, then think about how you can make them into characters.

Darkness doesn't have fingers that twist into my flesh.

All anyone asks for is a chance to work with pride.

Unto the man of yearning thought And aspiration, to do nought Is in itself almost an act.

I took to religion at about age 12; it was very hard for me to be Sabbath observant as a kid in a home which was not Sabbath observant. I think my parents thought the whole Jewish thing was a phase.

The vibrant, real historic Christian faith is very wide and leaves lots and lots of room for varying perspectives. It's very diverse and wide, that's part of it's strength, life and vibrancy.

Good Lord! who can account for the fathomless folly of the public?

I am an opera virgin; I'd far prefer to see a musical such as 'Guys and Dolls.

Not only does he hate me, and want to kill me, he no longer believes I'm human. It was less painful being strangled.

O why do I ever let anyone read what I write! Every time I have to go through a breakfast with a letter of criticism I swear I will write for my own praise or blame in future. It is a misery.