Strange how something good can come from something horrible.

Memories, even bittersweet ones, are better than nothing.

That kind of love should've been able to beat sickness. That kind of love should've conquered anything.

My heart cracked. Daemon never begged.

Your mail could've waited." Daemon followed me into the kitchen. "What is it? Just books?"Grabbing the OJ from the fridge, I sighed. People who didn't heart books didn't understand.

Daemon pressed his forehead against mine. "Oh, I still want to strangle you. But I'm insane. You're crazy. Maybe that's why. We just make crazy together.

I understood books. I did not understand boys—especially alien boys.

There were always choices. I’d made a string of bad ones myself. At least I could admit that.

But I'm insane. You're crazy. Maybe that's why, We can just make crazy together.

Now I was nothing but a shade of grey - my moral compass ambiguous.

That's the funny thing about trying to escape. You never really can. Maybe temporarily, but not completely.

You’ll never get what you truly deserve if you remain attached to what you’re supposed to let go of.

There is one rule, though: once you discover your truth, you have to go all in. Fully. Every single chip.

How do I know you’re not the killer?” MeShack asked.A smirk plastered on Zulu’s face. “Because you would’ve been the first victim.

In fact, it will be very easy to climb the building because of its shape and architecture.

Of late years an abundant shower of curates has fallen upon the North of England.

I think I'm attracted to writers who tell us something about ourselves.

I think what we should concentrate on is what it feels like to be a working artist in the day to day. One doesn't imagine what comes down the line.

Fate, Chance, God’s Will — we all try to account for our lives somehow. What are the chances that two raindrops, flung from the heavens, will merge on a windowpane? Gotta be Fate.

Walking in the dark, seeing lovers do their thing. That's the time, I feel like making love to you.

All motion in this universe is in the form of waves, successively rising and falling.