That's more like it. You're much prettier when you aren't talking. True of most people, I've found.

And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.

I get that you're scared and that you've been hurt. But doing what is easy and safe is no way to live, and a life without passion and love is so far beneath what you deserve.

My life is a black hole of boredom and despair." "So basically you've been doing homework." "Like I said, black hole.

...sometimes I get tired. Sometimes I get bored. And sometimes all I want, more than anything else in the world, is to go on a freaking date.

I'm fine." It's a lie. I am not fine. My head is a symphony of pain, a sadistic master maestro conducting an opus of excruciating, devastating perfecting.

Streams of melting snow.

Why does everyone keep asking me that?" Seriously, did I look like some sort of pyscho assassin? Maybe it was the pink sneakers. Or the heart earrings?

She stared at him in that vapid, intoxicated way employed only by women under a vamp's control. Or the way I sometimes got when faced with cupcakes. Mmm. Cupcakes.

Good luck trying to force Evie to do anything else once she has made up her mind. She is the definition of a stubborn, headstrong teenager.” “And you love me for it.” “I do.

What do you think? Does this face make me look fat?

My thing is just staying positive. Find that thing you love doing and dedicate yourself to it. You're going to have to sacrifice a lot of things if you want to achieve the goals you want to achieve.

I'm rapping in English but in an African way. I'm not trying to sound like an American.

Do not start a story unless you have an ending in mind. You can change the story's ending if you wish, but you should always have a destination.

I like when a guy wears a T-shirt, and you can see a little curve of the muscle sticking out. That's sexy!

The main thing is not to let go of the vine.

You will never find a better friend to the United States than Australia.

I do not approve of anything which tampers with natural ignorance

The ideas of right and wrong change with the experience of the race, and this change is wrought by the gradual ascertaining of consequences - of results.

Still waters run deep. All things change until we wake. Dreams drift in the wind.

I sit back on my bed cross-legged and find myself rubbing the smooth iridescent surface of the pearl back and forth against my lips. For some reason, it’s soothing. A cool kiss