Do you love me?’ he asked instead. ‘Because if you don’t, I’d wait until you did. I’d wait weeks and months and years.

Our spirit is mightier than the filth of our memories.

Do you want to know something about tyrants? When faced with death, they weep and they beg just like the rest of us.

Phaedra of Alonso’s death was a never-ending pain that gnawed at his insides. It made him a prisoner in his own cottage.

In the games of queens and kings, we leave our dreams at the door and we make do with what we have. Sometimes if we’re fortunate, we still manage to have a good life.

In the end, the sum of my vices is all me.

Because today, I think I'm leaning on the side of wonder.

Phaedra looked across the water and her eyes met Lucian’s. Their needs came second. It came from the privilege of being tr

Lucian's father had warned him to fear idle men. Without the pride gained from a good day's work, they were left to their vices and the doubts that crowded their head. Their hatred. Their envy.

I determine my own worth. If I had to rely on others, I'd have lain down and died waiting.

I've wept enough in my life. I have no tears left.

Remember the friends who stuck with you when they thought you had nothing.

Don't forget to enjoy the winter, but never give up hopes for the spring.

Focus your intuitive thoughts to identify what is truly worth pursuing.

Even if he did explain it, no one would believe him because no one would understand him. That's the downside to being a genius - just because you understand something doesn't mean anyone else will.

Objectivity can only be the author's and therefore subjective, even if he is editing a newsreel.

At the end of the day, God's love for me, for you, and for the world is settled at the cross.

It is in the gift for employing all the vicissitudes of life to one's own advantage and to that of one's craft that a large part of genius consists.

The wizards represent all that the true 'muggle' most fears: They are plainly outcasts and comfortable with being so. Nothing is more unnerving to the truly conventional than the unashamed misfit!

Ray Jennings was to orthodoxy what King Herod was to child-minding.

I'm so hyper. (said with a very dull voice>