The world’s deadliest mercenaries choose to serve you, the whispers say, because they have yet to meet me.

The irony of life is that those who wear masks often tell us more truths than those with open faces.

Enzo inherited a throne. Giulietta relied on her royal blood. Queen Maeve rules Beldain because she was born to it. But true rulers are not born. We are made.

I have spent my entire life thinking of the Inquisitors as things, soulless creatures. But they are just men. Men can be swayed, and I have the power to do it.

Desperation brings out the darkness in everyone, " the man said with a shrug.

They were the flash of light in a stormy sky, the fleeting darkness before dawn. Never have they existed before, nor shall they ever exist again.

I looked into those eyes and I saw nothing. It was like staring straight into the Underworld. Like he aches to return to where he came from.

Once upon a time, a girl had a father, a prince, a society of friends. Then they betrayed her, so she destroyed them all.

Already, I'm starting to forget the face of the man I killed.

What is the point of searching for love, when love is nothing but an illusion?

I regard taking healthy sea level adapted children to the 13, 796 feet very high altitude summit of Mauna Kea as a form of child abuse.

I am simply not enough in myself, but in Him I am. This surrender is not weakness, but the only true measure of strength any of us have.

In the world of miracles, you ask the impossible.

Each of us needs to find our own special gift and develop it

It seemed so much safer and more comfortable to live in the lives of other people - to observe their joys and sorrows with detachment as if one were watching a film or a play.

As a general thing people marry most happily with their own kind. The trouble lies in the fact that people usually marry at an age when they do not really know what their own kind is.

So many people comment that I'm much more mature than average. In this business, you can get taken advantage of if you're not aware and you're not tough.

If any writer thinks the world is full of middle class people of nice sensibilities, then he is out of his mind.

Religion is not what is grasped by the brain, but a heart grasp.

No," I say, looking up at Griggs. "It's actually because my heart belongs to someone else." And if I could bottle the look on his face, I'd keep it by my bedside for the rest of my life.