Your mail could've waited." Daemon followed me into the kitchen. "What is it? Just books?"Grabbing the OJ from the fridge, I sighed. People who didn't heart books didn't understand.

Memories, even bittersweet ones, are better than nothing.

That kind of love should've been able to beat sickness. That kind of love should've conquered anything.

My heart cracked. Daemon never begged.

Daemon pressed his forehead against mine. "Oh, I still want to strangle you. But I'm insane. You're crazy. Maybe that's why. We just make crazy together.

I understood books. I did not understand boys—especially alien boys.

Strange how something good can come from something horrible.

There were always choices. I’d made a string of bad ones myself. At least I could admit that.

But I'm insane. You're crazy. Maybe that's why, We can just make crazy together.

Now I was nothing but a shade of grey - my moral compass ambiguous.

That's the funny thing about trying to escape. You never really can. Maybe temporarily, but not completely.

It is the man who loves reading books who gets to know himself

If it comes out sounding like Dixieland jazz or classical or punk or rock or even slightly metal, that's because that's where I'm going to find inspiration.

The surrealism of my pictures was nothing but the real made eerie by vision. I was trying to express reality, for there is nothing more surrealist.

It's a despicable thing to share your personal inner torment for money.

And so, with a boundless heart should one cherish all living beings.

Fear of the devil is one way of doubting God.

We win justice quickest by rendering justice to the other party.

The trouble with the young people today is that it is they who are young.

Hawaii is not a state of mind, but a state of grace.

The heart of standing is that you cannot fly.