Don’t tell me you’re afraid of heights, ” she said, shimmying along the edge.“Not heights, ” he murmured. “Just falling.

You wanted to feel alive, right? It doesn't matter if you're monster or human. Living hurts.

She cracked a smile. "So what's your poison" He sighed dramatically, and let the truth tumble off his tongue. "Life." "Ah, " she said ruefully. "That'll kill you.

I am Sunai, ” he said. “I am holy fire. And if I have to burn the world to cleanse it, so help me, I will.

I mean, most people want to escape. Get out of their heads. Out of their lives. Stories are the easiest way to do that.

Yeah, I mean, most people want to escape. Get out of their heads. Out of their lives. Stories are the easiest way to do that.

Sing you a song and steal your soul.

There are no monsters in the dark.

Even if surviving wasn't simple, or easy, or fair.Even if he could never be human.He wanted the chance to matter.He wanted to live.

For one, dazzling, infinite moment, August felt like he was standing on a precipice, the end of one world and the beginning of another, a whisper and a bang.

When we panic, we instinctively turn to our own internal resources because we doubt Him.

All systems of the society should serve the mind, instead of the mind serving the systems.

I have no idea why I write. The old standards are: I like to express my feelings, stretch my imagination, earn money.

What fueled this hatred? Society.

How you see and depict yourself will be the exact way people will treat you--Period, Think your worth millions, people will treat you like millions, think pennies, get treated like pennies

A certain Samaritan... bound up his wounds pouring in oil and wine.

As the economy gets better, everything else gets worse.

I will not go down to posterity talking bad grammar.

In print, people can do anything to you. Everything you do is picked apart. People love it; they're waiting for you to make a mistake.

Excuses are the nails used to build a house of failure.