The subject’s pulse increased on contact,” he said. “Don’t write that.

actions speak louder than words

But if I hadn't fallen, I wouldn't have met you.

Did I really want to stay on this road longer, knowing it was only going to end in devastation?

Angel... I don't think you understand the lengths I would go to if it means keeping you here with me.' -Patch (PG 262)

Tacos." "Tacos?" I echoed. This seemed to amuse him. "Tomatoes, lettuce, cheese." "I know what a taco is!

I'm not leaving until you tell me why you followed me. I know I'm a fascinating guy, but this is starting to feel like an unhealthy obsession.

Reading a good book in silence is like eating chocolate for the rest of your life and never getting fat.

You're a psychopath." "I prefer creative.

Sometimes bad things have to happen before good things can.

Being with you never felt wrong. It's the one thing I did right. You're the one thing I did right.

Have you thrown ‘Why is a raven like a writing desk?’ at her yet?

.. The point of human life is to travel from ignorance to wisdom. In ignorance there is fear. In wisdom there peace and tranquillity.

It’s just a shame that it had to be played that way.

The whole difference between construction and creation is exactly this: that a thing constructed can only be loved after it is constructed; but a thing created is loved before it exists.

I discover methods for myself and then read books that describe 'my' method. This leads me to believe that the creative well is shared in some magical way.

... everyone knew that all islands were worlds unto themselves, that to come to an island was to come to another world.

The lives of the best of us are spent in choosing between evils.

If you felt like somebody made you feel worthless, that is a lie. You are valuable, you deserve to be treated as a valuable precious treasure.

It betrays hubris on the part of the artist to think his medium is limiting him, and I think we all recognize this

Nor seek, for this is also sooth, To hunger fiercely after truth, Lest all thy toiling only breeds New dreams, new dreams; there is no truth Saving in thine own heart.