Yeah, but they're PURPLE pants," Bobby said as if that made some kind of distinction. "Hence, I'm awesome.

This is the way the world ends; not with a bang or a whimper, but with zombies breaking down the back door.

Mark my words, Princess,” Loki said. “One day, you’ll be madly in love with me.

I don't need love or a man to complete me,and someday, you'll find that true for yourself. Suitors will come and go, but you will remain.

I don't want only one night. I want all the nights. I want all of you, forever.

Sometimes it seems to me that that’s all my life has been, a series of things that I loved deeply that I could never have.

Being liked for the way you looked is worse than not being liked at all.

When something is important to you, you make sure its safe.

My only experience with dances was what I had seen on TV, but it really wasn’t that far off. The theme appeared to be “Crepe Paper in the Gymnasium,” and they had mastered it perfectly.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that you can't live somebody else's life for them. They have to make their own choices, and sometimes all we can do is learn to live with them.

Everything I went through," he said. "For you. It was worth it.

Time ripens all things

No popularity exists when tragedy strikes. All that's left are human hearts and love and ache. We all love each other, deep down, and when we see another soul in pain we can't help but hurt too.

The Good News of the gospel of salvation must be declared to all nations.

Whatever it means to be a Christian, it at least involves the discovery of friends you did not know you had.

Your Writing Teacher ‏@WritingChiefIf u don't get ur protagonist dirty, ur readers will get bored. Readers are wild, cliff-jumping, mud-wrestling savages. Become their leader. (anonymous on Twitter)

Political Economy or Economics is a study of mankind in the ordinary business of life.

Waves of thought are stirring. In a twilight corner of her consciousness, one tiny fragment and another tiny fragment call out wordlessly to eachother, their spreading ripples intermingling.

With useless endeavour Forever, forever, Is Sisyphus rolling His stone up the mountain!

And one day we will die and our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea. But for now we are young; let us lay in the sun and count every beautiful thing we can see.

I love silence. But I usually only listen to that when I'm sleeping.