Guilt ripped into her like a rusty, serrated knife. It took up residence in her soul, settling in and getting comfortable so it could saw away ragged pieces of flesh and leave her to bleed.

God, she was beautiful. Hair a tangled mess, clothes torn, lips pale and swollen, skin streaked in dirt. And she was so damn beautiful and flawed and perfect.

He steadied himself by resting one palm on her thigh and the other on the armrest, and rose to his knees. “I’ll be damned.”“Possibly. But not today, I think.

If humanity is annihilated because we were too busy squabbling with one another to manage a proper stand, we probably deserve the annihilation.

You’re covered in blood again.”“I really am.” “Why are you always covered in blood when I wake up after being unconscious?” “Usually for the same reason you were unconscious, I think.

She burst into her hotel room pulling her blouse over her head with one hand while she yanked her shoes off with the other. No way was she going to face an alien invasion in heels and silk.

Good luck with the aliens, and if we survive this feel free to look me up on your next vacation.”“Good luck with the aliens? You are such a prick.

You’re insane.”“It’ll work.”“Which does not alter the fact that you are insane.

As soon as he had departed she directed her attention to the others.“I need a shielded containment box, radiation gloves and a micro welding torch. And a crescent wrench.

Her weight settled on her back foot as she crossed her arms over her chest and stared at him, now legitimately baffled.“How delusional are you, aliens in your head notwithstanding?

Do you love me?” His voice rang flat in his own ears, deadened and weighted with the recognition there was only one chance, and a fool’s chance at that

I'm just Phil from Rossendale. And now people are screaming for me 'cause I make YouTube videos - it's just crazy!

You'll marry your studies? Marry your books? You already have one degree but you want another. You'll marry your degrees?

By the Grace of God, I am cured of the disease of egotism, and Death no longer terrifies me.

Real men hold themselves accountable for stuff.

Now the canvas is not just my country Pakistan, but now the canvas is the entire world. Now the canvas is the entire ummah (Muslim nation).

Worry is a mean-faced dwarf who beats on your heart like a kettledrum.

I have had hundreds and hundreds of stroke cases. My methods cured them--when they were so stiff they were almost dead.

It takes no courage to say or do what's popular.

I learned the bad guys are not always bad, the good guys are not always good.

This moment exhibits infinite space, but there is a space also wherein all moments are infinitely exhibited, and the everlasting duration of infinite space is another region and room of joys.