How easy it is to forget grudges when someone has something you need.

You are my heart, my life, my entire existence.

My fall began, as many stories do, with a girl.

A little warning would’ve been nice. You couldn’t have said, ‘Hey, as part of your training today, I’m going to beat you senseless’?

My, aren't we bossy today. Give a girl an army and it goes straight to her head.

You will always be a monster - there is no turning back from it. But what kind of monster you become is entirely up to you.

I don't believe in fate," he said carefully, "but... I do believe everything happens for a reason. That there is some plan, some meaning to this darkness we live in.

And I swear, if there is a way for us to be together, I will find it. No matter how long it takes. If I have to chase your soul to the ends of eternity, I won't stop until I find you, I promise.

Touch her, and I'll freeze your testicles off and put them in a jar. Understand?

As cities grow and technology takes over the world, belief and imagination fade away, and so do we.

I guess the sacrifice of my dignity is the only thing that will save us now. The things I endure for love. The Fates laugh at my torment.

He who doesn’t believe that God can do everything believes in a god who can do something! He who knows that God is all does all things because of God, no matter what!

A fathers only wish is for his children to be infinitely better off than him

Intelligence comes with hard work and curiosity for the unknown.

My dad is very successful in his business. He's always been big in having hobbies and having little ways to get away. He always made time for hunting and fishing. He always encouraged me to do it.

There is no female Mozart because there is no female Jack the Ripper.

If I could act like This was my real life, And not some cage where I've been placed, Well then, I could tell you The truth like I used to And not be afraid of sounding fake.

A Socialist United States of Europe seems to me the only worth-while political objective today

Medical practice is not knitting and weaving and the labor of the hands, but it must be inspired with soul and be filled with understanding and equipped with the gift of keen observation . . .

Bod quite liked crows. He thought they were funny and he liked the way they helped to keep the graveyard tidy.

I'd do a lot of things to protect you.