She wasn’t sure if she even needed him anymore and the thought made her sad. In consolation, she offered him a kind smile and reached for his dependable hand.

What is this place?’‘Heaven.’ She laughed, ‘with better drinks!

From personal adversity comes great art

Are you in love with him?’She kept her lips tightly closed as if holding something back.‘Are you in love with me?’She tried to answer but nothing came out. She lowered her eyes to the floor.

In front of him stood the woman of his dreams, giving him one last chance to kiss her.Reason didn’t stand a chance.

It has been utterly exhausting to love you.

She felt damned. As though she were marching to her death. She felt like had been sentenced. And yet she felt eerily free.

Their conversation was like root canal without anaesthesia.

Seeing him again had been a gut punch.

You want me to paint you?’ Genna spoke up raising an eyebrow of displeasure.‘All of me.’ James bowed his head to Genevieve and whispered the words slowly.

He hadn’t saved her. He hadn’t even bothered trying.

¿Por qué? ¿Acaso crees que los demonios no podemos sentir afecto? Somos seres racionales y experimentamos emociones complejas. Si los ángeles pueden matar, ¿por qué nosotrso no podemos amar?

The only people remembered in history are the ones that dedicate their lives to service and purpose

Pain heals. Chicks dig scars. Glory lasts forever.

If you withhold a blessing, it will be given through others.

I read therefore I write.

At least for the people who send me mail about a new language that they're designing, the general advice is: do it to learn about how to write a compiler

Love is the strange attractor, the allurement that holds the Uni-verse together.

It's never too late to begin a life or a book.

I can do five things at once. I'm tapping my foot, I'm opening my mouth and talking to you, and looking at the bulletin board.

I think there comes a time in any comedian's career where they can either coast or keep growing and evolving.