The others could believe that she was that way because she lost her parents so early, but Peter knew better. She was strong, confident, and never broken.

I’m not mean to everybody. I’m only mean to people whose intellectual level is awfully lower than mine.

If he just had the decency to die silently yesterday, not squeal like a girl, I’d be free right now. Probably even doing some real job, ” she sneered.

He had a semicircle tattoo with an indecent word on the back of his head, suggesting all people around him to leave him alone – in a much more impolite manner.

Everything had changed, and maybe she couldn’t keep up with it, but she still was good at making people regret they had ever crossed her way.

Because otherwise you would have to let them in, let them change your life, and it’s scary and unpredictable and unsafe – at least, that’s what we all think.

She looked herself in the eyes and saw that there was nothing left. No sense. It must have gone through that hole in her chest along with everything else.

She had every right to be harsh, mean, and independent. Every damn right. And yet he had a feeling that she needed care more than anyone else in the world.

He watched her curiously from below, feeling as someone might feel watching a butterfly sit nearby, afraid to scare it off with a sound of voice or an abrupt movement.

No light can cover the darkness of a liar's heart

The Extension Of God’s Glory Throughout The Earth Is To Fill The Atmosphere Of Heaven

A world of fully developed individuals is immune to the cult of collectivism.

Sometimes a girl's gotta have some chocolate!

If you believe in God you get to the point where (you feel) "Yeah, you know what, God forgave my sins but I still have to forgive myself."

Bloodletting is among the ingredients of political medicine.

The secret of life does not lie in its chemical basis . . . Life succeeds precisely because it evades chemical imperatives.

It's because we need to determine who in this country is poised, positioned to commit terrorist acts.

Lecter is so lucid, so perceptive; he's trained in psychiatry... and he's a mass murderer.

our real fears are the sounds of footsteps walking in the corridors of our minds, and the anxieties, the phantom floatings, they create.