Once, my mother told a whole host of angels that she’d rather die than go back to a man she didn’t love.

The treachery of demons is nothing compared to the betrayal of an angel.

All my life, I've understood the nature of where I come from, but I never thought it might be wicked until now.

That was the thing about being bereaved. People were overcome with sympathy. They did things for you without even considering whether or not it was the right thing to do.

People make decisions, and maybe you don't always agree, but those choices are still their own.

Tender, " she said again. "Tender is kind and gentle. It's also sore, like the skin around an injury.

You asked about love. I don't know about love, Daphne. I just know I don't want anything but you. I don't want to anywhere but with you.

I'm not about love, but in this moment, I wish that I were.

He smiles an honest smile for the first time, and the difference is hard to describe but easy to recognize.

I just want that, the way I feel when you kiss me. Just having it makes all the bad things better.

My father's answer was revenge-has always been revenge-and the outcome was just, but not better. Nothing is fixed.

Dreams are never too big, you will grow into them.

Nakao: Koizumi, I'm so sorry I said such cruel things.Otani: What's that?Nakao: The whispering of your heart.

To love at all is to be vulnerable.

If I turn up suicided in the morning, it was murder.

Both of these branches of evolutionary science, are, in my opinion, in the closest causal connection; this arises from the reciprocal action of the laws of heredity and adaptation.

I've worked out a Ninja Replacement Score for novels. It's basically the number of characters that need to be replaced by ninjas to make the book good.

It’s hard to find backbone.I never had crisis of identity. But I think many Americans have it.

I thought love was more or less a giving thing. Seems the more I gave, the less I got.

I wanted to be a veterinarian. I adored animals, raised everything in the world and decided that was going to be what I was going to do. But I could sing.

The passion to condense from book to book Unbroken wisdom in a single look, Though we know well that when this fix the head, The mind's immortal, but the man is dead.