I push everyone I love away." He shrugged. "I don't mind you pushing me away if it means you love me, little sister.

Location: Amsterdam, Where Fire Is Called "Vlam

I'm not good at love. I'm like a barbed creature. I push everyone I love away.

When a monster stopped behaving like a monster, did it stop being a monster? Did it become something else?

The only way for you to keep your mind straight is to run from those who would confuse you.

I don't want to love you if you're only going to die.

He considered her seriously. "Well. And that's easy," he said. "My Grace will protect me from him, And I'll protect you. You'll be safe with me, Katsa.

I'm not such a bad fighter myself," Skye said. Po exploded with laughter. "Oh, fight him, Katsa. Please fight him. I can't imagine a more entertaining diversion.

Your eyes are beautiful," he said, and she felt warm suddenly, warm in the sun that dappled through the treetops and rested on them in patches.

Wonderful," Garan grumbled when he'd gone. "We'll grow a reputation for our kindness to lawbreakers.

Every configuration of people is an entirely new universe unto itself.

The love of every single one of my lives.

If what you said was true, where was the need to shout?

Painting, because of its universality, becomes speculation.

God himself does not give answers. He gives himself.

You can't have five wolves and one sheep voting on what to have for dinner.

Where there is no difference, there is only indifference.

Imitation isn't the sincerest form of flattery - it's plagiarism.

I love the ordered mind of history because it takes us out of the chaos, momentarily, and says, "Ah, so this is the story we are engaged in."

The movers and shakers have always been obsessive nuts.

God can take your most monstrous failures and turn them into triumphs such as you never could imagine.