Now it seems like no matter what I decide, I'll be betraying someone.

She's a sailboat and I'm an anchor, pulling us both down.

But I know that for every good thing that comes along, there is always a cost.

You’re the one who has to live whit your choice" she says."Everyone else will get over it, move on, no matter what you decide. But you never will.

In that moment I’m able to accept the inevitability of how I feel, though not with joy. I need to talk to someone. I need to trust someone. And for whatever reason, I know, I know it’s her.

I can't imagine it's easy to like someone, hate them, and then lose them before any of those feelings are resolved.

I thought that when I spilled one secret, the rest would come tumbling after, but openness is a habit you form over time, and not a switch you flip whenever you want to, I'm finding.

The ability to think isn't exclusive to erudite

I am not Tobias Eaton, not anymore, never again. I am Dauntless.

If I have a spreadsheet that can, whatever, turn soup cans into gold, wouldn't I deserve an office?

I’ve pressed sofar away frommy desire thatif you askedme what Iwant I would, accepting the harmoniouscompletion of thedrift, say annihilation, probably.

I do not care so much for the death of my gunner, as for other passages of my voyage, for I have good friends in England that will bring me off for that.

It's a bit of a weird thing to know that (my music) has translated to that many people.

I never know what's going to happen in a novel. I don't have a plan or an outline.

There are no ugly cigars, only ugly smokers.

Any fool can make soap. It takes a clever man to sell it.

I like to work with people that I like hanging out with, that I admire, that are really smart and talented, and we can problem solve together.

We kiss again and this time, it feels familiar. I know exactly how we fit together, his arm around my waist, my hands on his chest, the pressure of his lips on mine. We have each other memorized.

Drug-use is a terminal disease.