Surely He does not give us hearts so we may spend our lives ignoring them.

I have found it is surprisingly difficult to remain sad when a cat is doing its level best to sandpaper one's cheeks.

When one consorts with assassins, one must expect to dance along the edge of a knife once or twice.

Truly, we are the gods' own children, forged in the fire of our tortured pasts, but also blessed with unimaginable gifts.

People hear and see what they expect to hear and see.

Whenever you are ready, or if you never are, my heart is yours, until Death do us part. Whatever that may mean when consorting with one of Death’s handmaidens.

I cannot tell her I have been moping over a broken heart when I have worked so hard to convince her I have no heart at all.

Every time he glances at me I feel it just as surely as if he has reached out and run his finger along my soul. It is all I can do not to smile at the sheer wonder of it.

Are men truly such idiots that they cannot resist two orbs of flesh?

Why be the sheep when you can be the wolf?

He barks out a laugh. "My little rebel.

Sometimes you need to stop fighting to stop drowning

Every living word that gives life was once without form.

Do we believe, or are we just playing Dressing Up?

Strategy and execution represent the two sides of one and the same thing.

She had not really a sensitive soul, but to put it in exact terms, was possessed by an uncontrollable feeling of mind

To be loved, we have to love ourselves. Only when we love ourselves do we have enough love to give away. By giving love we then receive love.

Paul the apostle recounted that Jesus appeared to more than 500 of His followers at one time, the majority of whom were still alive and who could confirm what Paul wrote.

[To W.R. Hearst:] Love is not always created at the altar. Love doesn't need a wedding ring.

We are too focused on avoiding criticism and not enough on making a difference.

Comic books are a big passion of mine.