Because one look into his eyes, and she was drowning in what existed there and didn’t want to surface.

She made him yearn for a future his kind could never have, and a connection he sure as hell didn’t deserve.

The jury’s still out on your level of intellect. After all, you signed up with Evil Incorporated in the first place.

Jev was certain the words “should’ve known better” would go somewhere on her tombstone, but at the moment her focus shifted to the dozens of angry pixies honed in on her.

There are no forbidden questions in science, no matters too sensitive or delicate to be probed, no sacred truths.

I think there's just one kind of folks. Folks.

...only someone who'd never been an animal would put up a sign saying not to feed them....

Competition is a by-product of productive work, not its goal.

Your ability to rationalize your own bad deeds makes you believe that the whole world is as amoral as you are.

Why don't we bring everyone up to be caring and compassionate, to believe that we are connected with everyone and everything around us?

Men ask the way to Cold Mountain, Cold Mountain: there's no through trail.

If you get into a fight and somebody punches you, you get two feelings. One: That really hurts. Two: That relief in the realness of, like, Wow, this is what it is. It's not an intellectual process.

To practice Zen Buddhism is to train oneself to eliminate hatred, anger and selfishness and to develop loving-kindness towards all.

The order I found was the order of disorder