You sort of don't find me attractive? That can also mean you sort of do find me attractive.

I need one of those chapter breaks. I just want to catch my breath, but I have no idea how.

It's crap that you're letting on bad year determine your fate for the rest of your life.

Sometimes you have to choose between a bunch of wrong choices and no right ones. You just have to choose which wrong choices feels the least wrong.

When you aren't sure what it is you hate or why you even hate it, it's hard to hold onto the details...you just hold on to the feelings.

I'm pretty sure my addiction to reading has just reached a whole new level.

Should it matter what genre it is if the book is good?

You can't get mad at a real ending. Some of them are ugly. It's the fake happily ever afters that should piss you off.

Thank you for loving me like you love me. Thank you for showing me that we don't always have to be strong to be there for each other--that it's okay to be weak, so long as we're there.

There will be days that I don't think we'll know how to survive. But we will, because we have each other.

Sky, wait.” The way his voice wraps around my name makes me wish the only word in his entire vocabulary way Sky.

Turn your heart into a temple of beauty and kindness.With tears of love, wash the world from hatred and sadness.

God does not regret saving you. There is no sin which you commit which is beyond the cross of Christ.

I want to make my music and be a happy woman, a good wife, a good mom and one day hopefully have a child of my own.

We didn't have a garage to rehearse in. We had to aggravate the folks in the house. But I got a chance to play in a beer joint, and that's how it started.

I had never really been around cards.

We're young men; we're not ready to die.

The bedfellows politics made are never strange. It only seems that way to those who have not watched the courtship.

Like an image in a dream the world is troubled by love, hatred, and other poisons. So long as the dream lasts, the image appears to be real; but on awaking it vanishes.

The forms of art reflect the history of man more truthfully than do documents themselves.