The more this guy talked, the more he sounded like a fortune cookie.

You're a dream. Like everything else.

Death always wins.

You yourself could be nothing more than a shadow, someone else’s dream who is, themselves, someone else’s.

She never answered. She couldn’t. All she could do was stare, reaching toward him with her gaze alone, pulling him to drown in the sorrow of those depthless black pools.

Painted faces laughed. It was like a mad carnival where everyone was oblivious, lost in the bliss of chaos, a throng unaware of a bomb planted beneath thefloorboards.

Just because I wear black and keep a private journal, that doesn't mean I'm going to blow up the school. Or terrorize mindless cheerleaders, for that matter.

If it happens every year like clockwork, what's so extraordinary about it?

Trouble comes to us all in this life: we set our hearts on things which it isn't God's will for us to have, and then we go sorrowing.

I don't want to be a saint; I just want to help people.

I'm telling you, it's fu**ing hard to be classy

I'm incapable of hiding my feelings when I'm around someone I don't like.

The post of honour is a private station.

I've forgiven all my enemies - even those who have stolen money from me.

Time washes clean, love's wounds unseen.

Few friendships could survive the moodiness of love affairs.

When you do something young enough and you train for it, it just becomes a part of you.