And I wondered if love was too weak a word for what he felt, what he’d done for me. For what I felt for him.

So I’m your huntress and thief?” His hands slid down to cup the backs of my knees as he said with a roguish grin, “You are my salvation, Feyre.

Say it, ” I gritted out.“The High Lord of the Night Court is your mate.

If you were going to die, I was going to die with you. I couldn't stop thinking it over and over as you screamed, as I tried to kill her: you were my mate my mate my mate.

I was burning through books every day - stories about people and places I'd never heard of. They were perhaps the only thing that kept me from teetering into utter despair.

It had filled my time - given me quiet, steadfast company with those characters, who did not exist and never would, but somehow made me feel less ... alone.

And then things would be fine. Then I'd be fine.

Females and males watched Rhysand throughout the hall—and the shadowsinger and I made a game of betting on who, exactly, would work up the nerve to invite the High Lord home.

I’m thinking it would be very easy to love you. And easier to call you my friend.

The Court of Dreams. The people who knew that there was a price, and one worth paying, for that dream.

You do what you love, what you need.

Oh my dear from a distant fantasy land! I love to be in your dreams as a fairy of love with wings of flowers and golden glowing flowing hair.

If you allow it, [suffering] can be the means by which God brings you His greatest blessings.

We all have that divine moment, when our lives are transformed by the knowledge of the truth.

Our future cannot depend on the government alone. The ultimate solutions lie in the attitudes and the actions of the American people.

There is a beauty and clarity that comes from simplicity that we sometimes do not appreciate in our thirst for intricate solutions.

Our relationship to reality and to our experience is all based upon the ideas in our mind that we're always trying to live up to.

Now I write often. I decided that I need to write for myself - I can't really direct other people's material.

Vehement writing, even if it is charged with truth, is no answer to violent action.

Just another four-letter word.

People are like almanacs, Bonnie - you never can find the information you're looking for, but the casual reading is well worth the trouble.