Our spirit is mightier than the filth of our memories.

Do you love me?’ he asked instead. ‘Because if you don’t, I’d wait until you did. I’d wait weeks and months and years.

Do you want to know something about tyrants? When faced with death, they weep and they beg just like the rest of us.

Phaedra of Alonso’s death was a never-ending pain that gnawed at his insides. It made him a prisoner in his own cottage.

In the games of queens and kings, we leave our dreams at the door and we make do with what we have. Sometimes if we’re fortunate, we still manage to have a good life.

In the end, the sum of my vices is all me.

Because today, I think I'm leaning on the side of wonder.

Phaedra looked across the water and her eyes met Lucian’s. Their needs came second. It came from the privilege of being tr

Lucian's father had warned him to fear idle men. Without the pride gained from a good day's work, they were left to their vices and the doubts that crowded their head. Their hatred. Their envy.

I determine my own worth. If I had to rely on others, I'd have lain down and died waiting.

I've wept enough in my life. I have no tears left.

Courage is the grace to act.

Panentheistic doctrine contains all of deism and pandeism except their arbitrary negations.

There is a vibrational effect in every action, just as there is vibration that rings from every letter in every word.

Nothing succeeds like failure.

Was it always my nature to take a bad time and block out the good times until any success became an accident and failure seemed the only truth?

Some people think that prayer just means asking for things and if they fail to receive exactly what they asked for they think the whole thing is a fraud.

I want my teammates to know I have their backs.

Never be afraid to tread the path alone. Know which is your path and follow it wherever it may lead you; do not feel you have to follow in someone else's footsteps.

The only bad meditation is when you don't meditate.

I couldn't stand being identified by my sexuality, I retaliated by insisting that people regard me for my intellectual worth. My intellect became a form of damage control.