I just want you to know, I love the way you look at me. Make's me feel like everything's gonna be okay.

Writers are like onions, layers upon layers upon layers.

I think everyone should have a problem with zombies on fire.

But new love only lasts so long, and then you crash back into the real people you are, and from as high as we were, it's a very long fall, and we hit the ground with a thud.

My expectations-which I extended whenever I came close to accomplishing my goals-made it impossible ever to feel satisfied with my success.

If you change a woman's look, you change her persona.

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

Borrowers will default. Markets will collapse. Gold (the ultimate form of safe money) will skyrocket.

As for another profession ... I suppose I'd manage a global-macro hedge fund. I love that kind of stuff. Weird, I know, but I find it fascinating.

We want to be on the winning team, but at the risk of turning our backs on the losers, no, it is not worth it. So we fight the long defeat.

Obviously, Sam is the type of guy that hides behind his pen and pad. I promise you he wouldn't say that to my face in a dark alley where it's just me and him and no witnesses.

Stretch your mind and fly.