Sweet mother of chaos," he breathed. "Rachel, you are indeed one of us. Have your time in the sun. You're worth the extra wait.

And then there are the rare ones who know love, who understand it. Who freely give of themselves, demanding only a return of that love,that trust.

I'll wait for you under the bluebells. I'll be there always.

Actually, I am kind of busy right now,” I drawled as I settled back into the chair and closed my eyes. “You have to make melanin while the sun shines.

I told you, computers are like women. If you shout at them or ask them to do too many things at once, they shut down and you won't even get a sniff" pg. 4

Breaking rules isn't bad when what you're doing is more important than the rule itself

I’ve got your back. Nothing alive will ever hurt you if I have breath in me. And nothing dead will hurt you if I don’t.” (Kisten)

Maybe he thinks he can rescue me? No one is that stupid.

Sure, he had a wife and fifty-four kids, but he looked like a college freshman. A yummy college freshman majoring in Oh-my-god-I-gotta-get-me-some-of-that.

Endings are not always bad. Most times they're just beginnings in disguise.

Sure, it was nice now, but eventually there would be running and screaming and blood on the floor.

For some, reassessing concepts about truth and reality can be a scary proposition.

The academy awards in England; it's a classy affair as well.

When you get some success, you want more. When you get one mountain climbed, you want to climb the next one.

I do like my rock stars to be a little larger than life. I don't mind the earnest ones at all, but I do like a bit of individuality.

My first notebook was a Big Five tablet, given to me [at age five] by my mother with the sensible suggestion that I stop whining and learn to amuse myself by writing down my thoughts.

I'm no one's lap dog, you can't put me on a leash.

Artistic anorexia & sexual avoidance have the same root fears – fear of intimacy, fear of exposure, fear of failure”.

[All governments] get into a rut where every potentially good story turns into a bad one.

My actual intake of different substances was far below what people thought it was, no matter how weird or outrageous they think I am

A felon could plead "benefit of clergy" and be saved by [reading aloud] what was aptly enough termed the "neck verse", which was very usually the Miserere mei of Psalm 51.