—I don't want to lose you —Then why are you the one that keeps letting go?

He's so busy looking inside people to find the good that he misses the knife they're holding in their hand.

I bet it gets pretty lonely with only your ego for company.

The thing that scares me is that some part of me understands where they're coming from. They took everything from us, you know? Why shouldn’t we be able to take it back if we have the power to?

If you're going to knock down my suggestion, you'd better have one to replace it.

And people like you are the reason we have middle fingers.

I used to dream about turning back time, about reclaiming the things I'd lost and the person I used to be.

He's just like a stallion. Wild and kicking on the outside, but a heart soft as satin on the inside. Just waiting for the right girl to break him in.

You get a good review, and it’s like crack. You need another hit. And another. And another. I know authors are like Tinkerbell and generally need applause to survive, but it’s a slippery slope.

The darkest minds never fade in the afterlight.

A moment later, Liam's bright blue eyes opened, and he was seeing me. He just wasn't seeing Ruby.

In your sky, you are the brightest star.Without you light, it’s dark like tar.So love yourself to enlighten others.

Perhaps the gift you seek already resides within you awaiting the day you choose to unwrap it.

The progress of an artist is a continual self-sacrifice, a continual extinction of personality.

Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence.

You can't decide whom to fall in love with. It just happens.

All peace-loving women shut up when they sense they have stepped onto Guy Turf. Guy Turf is a murky realm of ego and pride and chivalry and testosterone and heroism.

I really act for myself. I really love it. I don't think there's a way that you could handle these schedules, all of the actual work that goes into it, if you don't really, really love it.

At home the hateful names of parties cease, And factious souls are wearied into peace.

When someone tells me what he or she was doing the first time they heard a song of mine, then I've done a good job. If my song becomes about your life, then I'm successful.

Everything I learned about the Great Depression was from a college textbook.