We could've done this anywhere, but I wanted you to see me, to see this," he said, gesturing at the room. "I wanted you to know where I come from, what I am under the choices I make.

And then there are the rare ones who know love, who understand it. Who freely give of themselves, demanding only a return of that love,that trust.

I'll wait for you under the bluebells. I'll be there always.

Actually, I am kind of busy right now,” I drawled as I settled back into the chair and closed my eyes. “You have to make melanin while the sun shines.

I told you, computers are like women. If you shout at them or ask them to do too many things at once, they shut down and you won't even get a sniff" pg. 4

Breaking rules isn't bad when what you're doing is more important than the rule itself

I’ve got your back. Nothing alive will ever hurt you if I have breath in me. And nothing dead will hurt you if I don’t.” (Kisten)

Maybe he thinks he can rescue me? No one is that stupid.

Sure, he had a wife and fifty-four kids, but he looked like a college freshman. A yummy college freshman majoring in Oh-my-god-I-gotta-get-me-some-of-that.

Endings are not always bad. Most times they're just beginnings in disguise.

Sure, it was nice now, but eventually there would be running and screaming and blood on the floor.

It's painful to hold out hope for the things that once brought you joy. You have to find ways to make yourself forget.

The picture has no religion, no caste, no name, And the best part about it is that the picture stays the same.

True, man does not know woman. But neither does woman.

Even though running is physically straining, it's mentally refreshing. Especially when you feel like you've accomplished something.

The pause between the errors and trials of the day and the hopes of the night.

You never grow out of high school sadly.

You never know what doors are going to open up and why they are going to open up. You've got to be ready to walk through them.

War is primarily not about victory or defeat but about death and the infliction of death. It represents the total failure of the human spirit.

Wake up: all of that 'crack in the street' talk? It's made up, like 'Jack and the Beanstalk.'

People wear shorts to the Broadway theater. There should be a law against that.