You really have a bad habit of falling, " he remarked.Falling for you, Amarissa thought.

Deandre gazed at her like she was the stars, and he was a mere astronomer, searching her face for the constellations, admiring the beauty that was there

Christmas was definitely the best thing ever, even better than pizza. But instead of all her favorite toppings, Amitola was surrounded by all her favorite people.

Just like you fell on me, I fell for you, and the sensation of the fall happened so fast but in a beautiful way.

Even when battered and broken, he was beautiful. Yes, a guy could be beautiful. Especially if that guy was Deandre.

Snow was the most beautiful thing Amitola had ever seen. It fell so gracefully and drizzled her skin like a cold whisper.

Life wasn't about doubt, because if it was, we'd never get anything done.

Man will always waste time if there is no system to check and compel him to invest his time.

. . .though the names of lovers are forgotten in time, their nameswritten across the sky as ogham threads are tracedbetween the stars

That was, in fact, my life. A whole series of reasonable lies.

For me, a page of good prose is where one hears the rain and the noise of battle. It has the power to give grief or universality that lends it a youthful beauty.

I love immigrants. Legal, illegal - they're not to be despised.

All we had aboard the ship that morning was one Annapolis graduate and three reserves.

I don't want to have thousands of people shot in a city where, essentially, I'm the president.

There are two sorts of losers - the good loser, and the one who can't act.

We know the costs of Europe. What are the benefits?