The same wolfish greed beats in your heart: to have what you will, and kill for it.

Rachelle choked on a laugh. “You were always stronger.”“You, ” said Amélie, “were always foolish enough to think that mattered.

If I'm damned, what's the point of pretending that I'm not?

I'd rather worship bloody bones than the murderer who makes them.

He stared at her a moment longer, then laughed softly. “I wouldn’t love you if you were any weaker, ” he said, and let go of her.

Happy are those who evolve from within.

Writing is like life: it goes on.

Greater love hath no man then this, that a man lay down his life for his friends

Our sense that a library is a public good and our idea of what such a place should look like derived precisely from a model created in Rome several thousand years ago.

You Too? I thought I was the only one.

Man is a money-making animal, which propensity too often interferes with his benevolence.

I was told when I went for a life-insurance exam when I was 18 that I was not likely to live past 50, so I refused to pay the premium.

I saw a charity appeal in the Guardian the other day, and it read "Little Zuki has to walk 13 miles a day just to fetch water". And I couldn't help thinking, she should move.

Carbs - especially pasta - are the fuel my body needs to maintain an athletic lifestyle.

He who despairs is wrong.