Now that this destiny was about to happen, every instinct within him fought against it, realizing he had been fetishizing suicide.

She had thought he was dead, or at least not totally alive, and you could not still be dating someone you believe had an autopsy, so it was not really cheating.

You kill by consent, every time you let something… pervert the balance when you have the power to stop it.

They may have been rightly overbearing in her formative years, but they also loved Roselyn enough to trust she needed dreams more than realities.

She did not arrive at Annandale without taking the chisel to herself more than once, without rubbing up against a few boys to smooth an edge or two.

Her rebirth stood in her mind with the clarity of a perfect diamond, the light scattering the rainbows through her body.

She had seen this relationship dying before it ever lived, but allowed optimism and lust to blind her.

You and me? We are never going to be just friends. The only time I'm not adoring you is when I am too busy hating you and wishing to God I never met you...

I wanted a life of adventure. I wanted to travel. I wanted to work my way up to being Somebody. I wanted to leave a mark on the Earth and be remembered.

She kissed him… long enough he could almost hear her thoughts. Long enough that he began to know her story, know what she had been through.

To her, it was like asking a butterfly what it remembered about being a caterpillar. She could fly now and nothing could touch her when she left the cocoon of her body behind at night.

I would rather be average and wise than be extraordinary and imprudent.

There Peter sat in the new sunlight, plaiting the straw for baskets, until he saw the thing he had been taught most to fear advancing silently along the lea of an outcrop of rock.

God uses all the problems and challenges of life for divine purposes.

I'm not really in any competition with anyone, I'm not in any race.

There is nothing glorious about what our ancestors call history. It is simply a succession of mistakes, intolerances and violations.

Those of little faith mistake local cloud cover for general darkness. Keeping spiritually intact results in our keeping precious perspective by seeing "things as they really are."

I have never seen opponents so silent about their record, and so desperate to keep their power.

the bird sings as if to say that delight is easy, for those who desire it

That human existence should repeat itself, well and good, but that it should repeat itself like a hackneyed tune, or a record a drunkard keeps playing as he feeds coins into the jukebox...

I oppose the attempts of homosexual activists to treat homosexual activity as a civil right to be protected and promoted by the government.