I felt as though a large knot of flames had been lit in my stomach, making me feel nauseous and excited all at once

A turmoil of winds rushed around him, spiraling up in to the air: he was thinking.

Reading always calmed me down: filling my head with other - made up - people's problems and conflicts made my own seem less terrible, less real.

You will do as you are told the second you are told to do it. Is that clear?''I'm not six mother, I think I can grasp standard sentences.' Whether I chose to pay attention to them however...

At least it would have been perfect, if it wasn't for my mother.

I loved him, more than anything else in the world and that when he was away it was hard to breath and that I couldn't go through a single second without thinking about him.

He could never care about you. He sees you in the same way they see all of us: ruthless, cruel and power hungry." He laughed callously. "I guess we're about to prove them right.

Your powers don't work in the rain do they? A little bit of water and your fire fizzles out? So Little Miss Perfect does have a weakness after all!

I'm a Helian, and you're an Arcan. We're just made that way. I don't think we would ever be able to really understand each other.

The hero was the sort of character you could feel yourself falling in love with, no matter how much you tried to convince yourself that he wasn't real

It was exactly the sort of thing I needed to be reading that afternoon: a story where, no matter how bad things got, you knew everything was going to turn out fine in the end.

Poets utter great and wise things which they do not themselves understand.

My mission in life is to be kind, compassionate, caring, and loving in order to find and feel the deepest joy of life.

Winning isn't everything, it's the only thing.

Well, Im wrestling alligators.

So I'm at the wailing wall, standing there like a moron, with my harpoon.

It is high time that we had lights that are not incendiary torches.

When someone is kissing you passionately, you feel passionate!

A Woman in harmony with her spirit is like a river flowing. She goes where she will without pretense and arrives at her destination prepared to be herself and only herself

The image that fiction presents is purged of the distractions, confusions and accidents of ordinary life.

If I was with some other rappers who aren't as polished, or I was the only rapper, I don't think I would be where I'm, nor would I be rapping. They pushed me, we pushed each other on every record.