He wanted terribly, to say, Stop, to say Bern’s name, to stroke her soft cheek where it was bitten by the light. But, in the end, he didn’t do anything at all.

Depressing thought: my friends were the girls I ate lunch with, all buddies from kindergarten who knew one another so well we weren't sure if we even liked one another anymore.

We watched each other in the candlelight and suave music, and because laughter was the only weapon we had, we laughed until the chill of his story faded, and was gone.

Sometimes you have to embrace the darkness to stop it.

After all this time, he had hope, and then hope was gone, and he hates himself for giving in to hope. He, who exists only to kill the hopes of others, could not destroy the hope within himself.

Fire burns through thought.

I love to be casual and comfortable, but I also love the easy glamour of wearing jewelry all the time.

There is a dance that only you know how to do

The fundamental purpose of a novel like Count Julian is to achieve the unity of object and means of representation, the fusion of treason as scheme and treason as language.

Time changes the nature of the whole world; Everything passes from one state to another And nothing stays like itself.

Colleges need learning, faith, and freedom. Each reinforces the others, each makes the others possible. For what are they without each other?

With my background and genetic makeup,buddy, you're lucky I'm as normal as I am. (Katra Agrotera)

People say sometimes, "You work in the fastest-moving industry in the world." I don't feel that way. I think I work in one of the slowest. It seems to take forever to get anything done.