She found it curious and frightening that she could deeply dislike someone she didn’t even know. It wasn’t her. At least, it wasn’t how she used to be.

Because people are more than emotions. People have thoughts and reasons for doing things.

If there was no fear, how could there be comfort? Or courage?

And it's always better, isn't it, when you discover answers on your own?

Fall off your own roof.

She’d fallen into a deep silence once, when the sun appeared, and it was then he’d wondered most what she was thinking.

His hand snapped shut over the device and then he crossed his arms. Aria stared in horror. Her Smarteye was buried in a Neanderthal’s armpit.

Her hand holding his for a dozen paces. His, resting on the small of her back for a moment. Touches that had no real purpose but to say I’m here and We are together still.

Without thinking, he reached for her hand. Tucked it against her chest, feeling that was where it should be. Perry's heart slammed against his ribs. She had to feel it.

She'd survived the outside. She'd survived the Aether and cannibals and wolves. She knew how to love now, and how to let go. Whatever came next, she would survive it, too

She absorbed the terror and beauty of him and his world. Of every moment over the past days. All of it, filling her up like the first breath she'd ever taken. And never had she loved life more.

It's rare - too rare, I have to say - for botanists to become doctors.

I'm not a celebrity trainer. I don't have my own line of DVDs, but I'm a fighter and have everything to prove.

Justice must take account of infinite circumstances which a human being cannot understand.

To awaken, sit calmly, letting each breath clear your mind and open your heart.

Man can become purified, and with divine vision he can see God. You get pure by chanting, then you see Him.

Emotionally involving the audience is easy. Anybody can do it blindfolded: get a little kitten and have some guy wring its neck.

I changed my mind," he said. "I'll take you up on helping me get a job." I almost swerved into oncoming traffic.

It is well to be prepared for life as it is, but it is better to be prepared to make life better than it is.

It is better to read a little and thoroughly than cram a crude undigested mass into my head, though it be great in quantity.

In a way, I think Roxy Music is high camp, in a brilliant way.