we're thieves, we're rats. We know when to fight and when to run.

In the fairy tales, the poor girl smiles when she becomes a princess. Right now, I don't know if I'll ever smile again.

You want me to pin my entire operation, the entire revolution on some teenaged love story? I can't believe this.

I am the shadow of the flame.

They don't know the meaning of danger or fear or pain. It's only their pride that can be truly hurt.

Their Silver war is being paid for in Red blood.

The war never leaves.

For their lives, for their children's lives, they will give up what little freedom they had left.

I'm afraid of failing. I'm afraid of letting this opportunity pass us by. And I'm afraid of what happens if nothing in this world ever changes.

Red blood is just so hard to clean up" "You would know" I snap remembering Shade. "Because no matter how hard you try to hid it I see it all over your hands

So you choose him?''Cal betrayed me, and I betrayed him. And you betrayed us both, in a thousand different ways.' The words are heavy as stone but right. So right. 'I choose no one.

Appreciation has tremendous power. A beautiful thing is not beautiful until someone appreciates it.

I didn't lose anyone, for everyone that I lost was never really a loss, unless it was death well then I had to have words with God.

What would you sacrifice for power?

She would let a speeding automobile hit her to show them all how unloved she was.

As he looked at her, she felt that flood of restlessness that she now knew was called desire.

Our actions determine our dispositions.

Call school, tell them I'm lovesick.

Of the two lots, the woman's lot of perpetual motherhood, and the man's of perpetual babyhood, I prefer the man's.

At electric speed, all forms are pushed to the limits of their potential.

Occasionally if I look back at something I've written I'll find one of those that I don't understand, but that's a bad thing - the unconscious has dealt me a bad hand.