She did not arrive at Annandale without taking the chisel to herself more than once, without rubbing up against a few boys to smooth an edge or two.

She had thought he was dead, or at least not totally alive, and you could not still be dating someone you believe had an autopsy, so it was not really cheating.

You kill by consent, every time you let something… pervert the balance when you have the power to stop it.

They may have been rightly overbearing in her formative years, but they also loved Roselyn enough to trust she needed dreams more than realities.

Now that this destiny was about to happen, every instinct within him fought against it, realizing he had been fetishizing suicide.

Her rebirth stood in her mind with the clarity of a perfect diamond, the light scattering the rainbows through her body.

She had seen this relationship dying before it ever lived, but allowed optimism and lust to blind her.

You and me? We are never going to be just friends. The only time I'm not adoring you is when I am too busy hating you and wishing to God I never met you...

I wanted a life of adventure. I wanted to travel. I wanted to work my way up to being Somebody. I wanted to leave a mark on the Earth and be remembered.

She kissed him… long enough he could almost hear her thoughts. Long enough that he began to know her story, know what she had been through.

To her, it was like asking a butterfly what it remembered about being a caterpillar. She could fly now and nothing could touch her when she left the cocoon of her body behind at night.

When you can, show them, when they can't teach them and when you do remember the only deed worth doing is the one that helps another up.

You will never see an eagle of distinction flying low with pigeons of mediocrity.

I'm focusing on writing the best story I can write. Which means I'm doing everything I can to give the artist within me as much power as possible.

... Hope is at the bottom of the Pandora's box of Irish troubles, and I believe proudly and firmly in the ultimate destinies of my country.

Frank Sinatra was the voice of the 20th-century American city.

What attracts me are free and sensual curves. The curves we find in mountains, in the waves of the sea, in the body of the woman we love.

Mental reflection is so much more interesting than TV it's a shame more people don't switch over to it.

When your intentions are very pure and clear, nature brings support to you.

So many people in the Western World are just automatically made ill by any sort of frank writing about sexual matters.