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.

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

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.

Religion consists much in holy affection

If you’re truly friends, then you don’t just offer a little whisp of your love. You unzip your chest, reach in and pull your heart out and says, “It’s all yours—please keep it beating.

To have a healthy culture, you have to have stable health care financing and stable arts financing and stable sports financing, and if you don't have that, your culture becomes a parking lot.

Forget about good. Good is a known quantity. Good is what we all agree on. As long as you stick to good, you'll never have real growth.

Through meditative techniques, one can free the mind of delusions and attain what we call enlightenment.

Distracting reactions about anything undermine a clear mind about anything else.

I lead a life of severe self-control mitigated by moments of impulse.

The monster licked his lips, long lines of whiskers twitching, and spoke in a deep growl. "Pretty, aren't I?" Curran. In midform. I broke from his gaze. "Adorable.

In the tenth century the old Batavian and later Roman forms have faded away.

People grow. It's okay to grow. Some people find that difficult to grasp.