I always wanted an eccentric daughter . I just never realized how well my evil plans were working.

I'd always liked jogging because it was a place to think.

It is possible to be in love with you just because of who you are.

While I'm gone," Gansey said, pausing, "dream me the world. Something new for every night.

All that mattered was that something had struck the match, and Gansey was burning.

They were always walking away from him. But he never seemed able to walk away from them.

'We have to be back in three hours,' Ronan said. 'I just fed Chainsaw but she'll need it again.' 'This,' Gansey replied, 'is precisely why I didn't want to have a baby with you.'

I wish you could be kissed, Jane,' he said. 'Because I would beg just one off you. Under all this.' He flailed an arm toward the stars.

Adam had once told Gansey, "Rags to riches isn't a story anyone wants to hear until after it's done.

I think they're here because I thought they ought to be here," Gansey said. Blue replied sarcastically. "Okay, God.

When Gansey was polite, it made him powerful. When Adam was polite, he was giving power away.

If you don't feel as close to God today as you did yesterday, who moved?

Trust is a gossamer thread, and it takes only a breath of suspicion to break it.

We create our fate every day ... most of the ills we suffer from are directly traceable to our own behavior.

Every real thought on every real subject knocks the wind out of somebody or other.

Contemporary art is an epoch of false money allied with false culture.

All would be well. All would be heavenly--If the damned would only stay damned.

Man, just believe in yourself, be able to dream, and know that there's going to be valleys and peaks. Always stay centered, and know that God is the key, the beginning and end of everything you do.

The hands of Fate keep time on a heart-shaped watch." - Harkat Mulds(The Trials of Death)

The day is of infinite length for him who knows how to appreciate and use it.

Spirituality is rooted in desire. We long for something we can neither name nor describe, but which is no less real because of our inability to capture it with words.