That somehow, this insufferable girl would become the one person I am forever, hopelessly, madly drawn to against my will and possibly even my better judgment.

I’m not that pitiful little girl you bullied last year.

People make mistakes all the time – some of us just are in more of a position to leave an impact when we do.

I don’t need another ‘adversity builds character’ speech, Darren. That man is a chauvinistic pig. Where’s your adversity?”Darren raised a brow. “I’m looking at it.

We couldn’t be friends. We couldn’t be enemies.So what were we?

Someday, Ry, you are going to realize who Darren really is. He’s a prince, and he’s only going to break your heart.

Anything for Byron’s least favorite apprentice. It’s the least I can do since you took over my torch.

You can be a great man and still be a fool. Many of our country’s leaders can attest to that. Were they still living.

I’m not like you. I’ve never cared about keeping relationships or sparing people’s feelings. All I’ve ever cared about is power: how to get it, and how to keep it. I told you as much when we met.

Well done, Darren!” Master Byron was full of praise for the prince. “What did you use to cast it?”Darren’s eyes found mine. “Something I don’t regret.

So how did you do it? What makes the cold-hearted princeling mortal like the rest of us?

God is love, I said, but art's the possibility of forms, and shadows are the source of identity.

Fear of death is form of stasis horrors. The dead weight of time.

Tomorrow is not the best time to start your dream. You have already missed yesterday and cannot afford to miss today too.

We take care of our health we lay up money we make our roof tight and our clothing sufficient but who provides wisely that he shall not be wanting in the best property of all-friends.

Any claims on the truth in my pictures are only to be answered in the sense that a particular event did in fact happen and did take place in the here and now.

I'm a mess right now I can't eat can't sleep Bills are piling high ain't worked in three weeks Ain't bathed can't shave cause my heart is so tender like living in a blender I'm shaken and I'm stirred

A curious thing about written literature: It is about four thousand years old, but we have no way of knowing whether four thousand years constitutes senility or the maiden blush of youth.

There is nothing more awe-inspiring than a miracle except the credulity that can take it at par.

You pile up enough tomorrows and you'll be left with nothing but a bunch of empty yesterdays. I don't know about you, but I'd like to make today worth remembering.

The American people will eventually get hurt by this accumulated deficit. That's the problem. We have too much deficit. We have to find a solution.