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.

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.

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

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.

It had always fascinated him that she'd consumed so many words, that her head was full of stories, told a thousand different ways.

The invisible is only another unexplored country, a brave new world.

I'm competitive. I like to compete, and that's basically what the decathlon lets me do.

That's one of my real goals is to keep theater in my life.

I went in [Sweet Basil band] and played with them, maybe half the gig for almost eight years or more.

Sports is, somehow, a religion.

If there's a good side of Islam, at the end of the day it serves evil.

You will always have to live with yourself, and it is to your best interest to see that you have good company - a clean, pure, straight, honest, upright, generous, magnanimous companion.

Nothing is more completely the child of art than a garden.

Once, after finishing a picture, I thought I would stop for awhile, take a trip, do things-the next time I thought of this, I found five years had gone by.