Sometimes the past needed to stay buried; it was the only way you could move on. And sometimes you had to dig it up, because that too was the only way.

More than most, I know the pain of surviving.

Possessiveness isn’t love. I’m not even sure it qualifies as an emotion.

I'll always want him. Until every sun goes dark in every sky, until I am nothing more than long-forgotten cosmic dust, I will want him. And even then I suspect my particles will long for his.

Because I love you.' It was easy to say it this time now that I understood what it meant. Then I quoted his own words back to him. 'Not just when it's easy. All the time.

A huntress never stabbed anything she didn't want to.

Most people can’t stomach silence; it provides too much opportunity to think about things they prefer to avoid.

Maybe I was just one of those people who couldn't rest easy unless things went catastrophically wrong.

My skill didn't lie in planning battles, only in fighting them.

Time is fluid, so the moments where everything feels perfect pass in a wink, and those where you're on your knees in despair drag on like the death of a thousand cuts.

I’ve lost so many people. Some I left on purpose and never looked back. Some were taken from me, and I never said good-bye.

All paths are valid, but in the end you will find that the realization of the ultimate truth is a pathless path.

Well, memory can play tricks. Most people, I think, tend to remember the good rather than the bad when someone close to them dies.

I'm ugly, I'm overweight, but I'm happy

This foreign policy stuff is a little frustrating.

Fear is an effective factor in altering behavior.

The Democratic Party is uniquely virulently racist and pro-slavery to a degree unseen anywhere in the English-speaking world!

I think [my kids] are runners. They definitely have the background. I try to help them as much as I can.

Do you see how Jerry Heller made it work? That is how he combined what we did to make the rap music into mass music. That's exactly how it happened.

I was aware that on my skill as a painter would depend the physical and moral possession of the model.

We had given it a name, a substance, and somehow, in doing that, we had condemned ourselves.