You’re the one who has to live whit your choice" she says."Everyone else will get over it, move on, no matter what you decide. But you never will.

She's a sailboat and I'm an anchor, pulling us both down.

But I know that for every good thing that comes along, there is always a cost.

In that moment I’m able to accept the inevitability of how I feel, though not with joy. I need to talk to someone. I need to trust someone. And for whatever reason, I know, I know it’s her.

I can't imagine it's easy to like someone, hate them, and then lose them before any of those feelings are resolved.

Now it seems like no matter what I decide, I'll be betraying someone.

I thought that when I spilled one secret, the rest would come tumbling after, but openness is a habit you form over time, and not a switch you flip whenever you want to, I'm finding.

The ability to think isn't exclusive to erudite

I am not Tobias Eaton, not anymore, never again. I am Dauntless.

The deaf cannot hear wind, but can feel its touch.The blind cannot see the sun, but can feel its warmth.

This book is dedicated to those who have died as a result of mind control and/or ritual abuse, and those who have lived when they would rather have died.

Why should anyone hear the Gospel twice, before everyone has heard it once?

Never memorize what you can look up in a book.

I'm easy to get along with, and intolerant.

When you see a worthy person, endeavor to emulate him. When you see an unworthy person, then examine your inner self.

I've been invited to speak at about 20 colleges. There's always this moment when I'm having dinner with the college president: 'Ernie, where'd you go to school?'

Nirvikalpa Samadhi means you are sitting in meditation and you go beyond the planes of light to nirvana. Then you come back and here you are "back in the saddle again".

He who says he hates all kinds of flattery, and says so in earnest, has undoubtedly not as yet become acquainted with all kinds of it, whether in substance or in form.

Can't a rapper insist, like other artists, on a fictional reality, in which he is somehow still on the corner, despite occupying the penthouse suite?