This isn’t the girl I fell in love with. My sweet, giving, patient, loving, caring, fun-loving Skye disappeared when you were kidnapped. I’m so scared I’ll never get her back.

I don't know if i can, " I said, looking up into Archer's eyes. "Honestly, Archer....I'm tired of being scared, tired of loving you on one hand and hating you on the other.

You guys just aren’t fair, between your vampire pheromones and your gorgeous good looks, we humans just don’t stand a chance.

I’m coming, you impatient old coot! Keep your panties on!”-Skye yelling back to Hagan.

But words mattered, more so in Newark than many other places. In a world where income and possessions were limited, words represented dignity, pride, self-worth.

If I don't get murdered/Rob or have troubles/problems... somebody else should have them. This is called "Ballance".

I remember vividly what it's like to read as a 10-year-old - that passionate inhabiting of a book.

Willpower is the shortest shortcut to success.

If you know the wavefunction of the universe, why aren't you rich?

You reason colour more than you reason drawing Colour has a logic as severe as form.

Gratitude is a duty none can be excused from, because it is always at our own disposal.

The root of this possibility of doing good - that we all have - is in creation.

We hasten to alienate the very fates we intended to woo.

The construct of William Gibson the Writer is coming down, and become more open. It's more of a Glasnost - Transparency! Transparency is what it is.