You are too kind, and I am unused to it. For your own sake, do not stroke my misery. It knows not how to respond, but with a vicious bite.

We are now left to choose between danger and regret, neither of which can restore the lives we have lost.

You can tease it's mane all you like, but you can't turn a house cat into a lion.

Courage has no age.

It is madness. But sometimes, madness is the only path forward.

Neeta showed us there can be as much virtue in the things we do not do as on those we do.

Paris shook his head."Do you think I would teach just anyone to fight me to the death? I want you to be my wife. My one and only wife.

But are you not fond of me?" Paris looked up, his eyes full of reproach."Fond of you? Myrina you are my queen. I want you more than I want life itself.

Fear not! I would rather tear the heart from your bosom than take your bow, for I believe you would miss it less.

Yes you may come." Paris held up a hand to delay Myrina's raptures. "But this time you will not be wearing my crown. You will be my slave, and believe me I shall enjoy ordering you around.

Art-making is not about telling the truth but making the truth felt

Don’t quit when you encounter an obstacle. Adapt a new strategy to conquer it.

And you know, I agree to everything:I will condemn, I will forget, I will give comfort to the enemy, Darkness will be light and sin lovely.

I’ll listen if you want me to... But I think I should tell you now that nothing you can say will make any difference. If you don’t mind that, I don’t mind listening.

My sister is totally my dad's daughter because she loves sports.

Love always looks nice. I don't really know anyone who doesn't enjoy it when they see it. Anyone who doesn't, I don't really want to know them.

Always remember that Nature refuses to be rushed. She can only be made to evolve and that takes time, so take heart.

The first time I ever saw your face, I thought the sun rose in your eyes and the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave to the dark and empty sky, my love.

Growing up in a small town, in the Midwest, and Catholic: Those are sort of three layers of repression.

I came back once or twice a year to visit my family, and then I would take off again. In the beginning, I think everybody thought I would get over it and get it out of my system. And I never did.