The moment Noah came up behind me and kissed the side of my neck, I was torn between leaning into him and skirting away. Every muscle in my body screamed to fall into him.

Sometimes life happens.

I love you enough to never make you choose.

I must have killed a lot of cows in a past life for Karma to hate me this much.

Breathing became a painful chore. Her lips turned down while her warm fingers caressed my cheek. That touch typically brought me to my knees, but now it cut me

I saw the world in black and white instead of the vibrant colours and shades I knew existed.

It's like I have this large black hole in my brain and it's sucking the life out of me. The answers are in there so I sit for hours and stare. No matter how hard and long I look, I only see darkness.

As long as everyone thinks you’re a cutter or tried to commit suicide you’ll always be on the outs.

There are edges around the black and every now and then a flash of color streaks out of the gray. But I can never really grasp any of the slivers of memories that emerge.

She pushed off her toes toward me, guiding my head down, and gently kissed my lips. No. This wouldn’t be goodbye. I’d fill her up and make her realize she’d always be empty witho

He loved me.Noah Hutchins had told me he loved me, and that had made the past week at school absolute hell.

We are being prepared daily for a greater task. Every training should be passionately pursued.

The secret of good architecture is having more than meets the eye.

I'm usually working on my own mythology, my own realm of created characters. Stories in mythology inspire me, though I may not be conscious of it.

I'm a worrier. In the UK, if I'm known for anything, it's sort of for being cynical.

I guess I suffer from an impoverishment of the sociopathic spirit necessary to go big time.

It's not the matter you cover so much as it is the manner in which you cover it.

What I say is focus your mind and respect your body. But mostly love your heart. I think that is where to begin, from there and then it goes out.

The greatest trick that the devil ever pulled Was convincing women that they looked Better in their makeup

Translation is always a treason, and as a Ming author observes, can at its best be only the reverse side of a brocade- all the threads are there, but not the subtlety of colour or design.