They had perfected their team nagging to a level where they no longer had to confer and felt they would be wasting their talents if they only admonished their own children.

She had thought he was dead, or at least not totally alive, and you could not still be dating someone you believe had an autopsy, so it was not really cheating.

You kill by consent, every time you let something… pervert the balance when you have the power to stop it.

They may have been rightly overbearing in her formative years, but they also loved Roselyn enough to trust she needed dreams more than realities.

She did not arrive at Annandale without taking the chisel to herself more than once, without rubbing up against a few boys to smooth an edge or two.

Now that this destiny was about to happen, every instinct within him fought against it, realizing he had been fetishizing suicide.

Her rebirth stood in her mind with the clarity of a perfect diamond, the light scattering the rainbows through her body.

She had seen this relationship dying before it ever lived, but allowed optimism and lust to blind her.

You and me? We are never going to be just friends. The only time I'm not adoring you is when I am too busy hating you and wishing to God I never met you...

I wanted a life of adventure. I wanted to travel. I wanted to work my way up to being Somebody. I wanted to leave a mark on the Earth and be remembered.

She kissed him… long enough he could almost hear her thoughts. Long enough that he began to know her story, know what she had been through.

I was a late bloomer. But anyone who blooms at all, ever, is very lucky.

Strike said "Huh" again, thinking about betrayal, about how everything and everybody were just so much smoke.

What we need is a rebirth of satire of dissent of irreverence of an uncompromising insistence that phoniness is phony and platitudes are platitudinous.

Where perception is, there also are pain and pleasure, and where these are, there, of necessity, is desire.

I think that everyone is kind of confused about the information they get from the media and rightly so. I'm confused about the information I get from the media.

There is great truth in Alphonse Karr's remark that modern men are ugly because they do not wear their beards.

I think it's about time we gave up religion and got back to God.

Leinster House does not inspire the brightest ideas.

Work while your strength and years permit you; crooked age will by-and-by come upon you with silent foot.

It is great to love life. Accept life as a precious gift from the hand of God and strive to make the most of it.