He felt the imaginary weight of shackles press against his soul. He bound himself to her once more.

She floated across the boundary of realms, nothing more than a human shell. She existed but only as a shadow of who she once was.

Blood always weighed the heaviest when it belonged to someone else.

The sudden pounding in her chest, the trembling of her hands, the inflation of her lungs. It was exactly like being alive. It was reanimating the dead.

If they had met on different grounds, he may have been able to help her. Now all he could do was hope they reached the end with as little blood shed as possible.

We think there are limits to the dimensions of fear. Until we encounter the unknown. Then we can all feel boundless amounts of terror.

Courageous people know that old ways of doing things shouldn’t stand in the way of a better solution.

She felt so human that he could barely carry on a conversation.

The mastery of nature is vainly believed to be an adequate substitute for self-mastery.

The sound must seem an echo to the sense.

Constant success shows us but one side of the world; adversity brings out the reverse of the picture.

Great truths that are stumbling blocks to the natural man are nevertheless the very foundations upon which the confidence of the spiritual man is built.

For a long time I was scared I'd find out I was like my mother.

Happiness is always a by-product. It is probably a matter of temperament, and for anything I know it may be glandular.

Remember above all that mental stability comes by examining the contents of the mind, not by avoidence.