We are bound together, Emma, bound together—I breathe when you breathe, I bleed when you bleed, I’m yours and you’re mine, you’ve always been mine, and I have always, always belonged to you!

There was beauty in the idea of freedom, but it was an illusion. Every human heart was chained by love.

These pictures are my heart. And if my heart was a canvas, every square inch of it would be painted over with you.

The world is terrible, " said Mark tonelessly. "And some are drawn down into it and drown there, and some rise above and carry others with them.

When no one you know tells the truth, you learn to see under the surface.

It was hard to live normally when you were constantly pretending you didn't see what was going on in front of your face.

Why are you wearing a T-shirt under your other T-shirt?" Livvy asked."In case one of them is stolen, " Marked said, as it were entirely normal.

Nobody calls me 'blondie' and keeps their kneecaps.

I've been thinking of installing a train in my house. It could bring me shrimp crackers from the kitchen.

And if my heart was a canvas, every square inch of it would be painted over with you.

Kieran glanced at her with shimmering eyes. Neither looked quite human: The black eye was too dark, the silver too metallic. And yet the overall effect was haunting, inhumanly beautiful.

God knows whatever comes your way, in any given circumstance.

Leaders inspire accountability through their ability to accept responsibility before they place blame.

Death walks among us

I have a nice house. And when somebody says it's a palace, I always feel like we're digging a little or something.

What we're seeking to do is internalize perception. Perception is very much involved with the senses and the mental processes and the emotional processes.

Some hard and dry book in a dead language, which you have found it impossible to read at home, but for which you still have a lingering regard, is the best to carry with you on a journey.

Adversity is the mother of progress.

Kill one and you might as well kill 21.

I have nice ears. I have no lobes, which was disappointing for a while, but I've gotten over it and learned to love them. Being lobeless isn't the end of the world

We too often love things and use people when we should be using things and loving people.