“And the book... and the work.. and the life goes to the whole beginning... and trying to answer how in real did we met.(Mr.Nobody, No One Tell)”

“Probably, after all we could say that life is like Dexter... a code... and how good can you work with it?”

“My Message is already out, what has left is to go and to do your part of the work.”

“Sometimes criminals work and for cops and criminals have favourite cops... (Person of Interest)”

“So unsirious work... I behave nice because I want people to behave in the same way with me.”

“People to be stronger they must have taste from everywhere the stuff, what's the feeling your father to suicide, what's the feeling to see people to die from real nature or from disease(s). That's ...”

“Voicemail #1: Hi, Isabel Culpeper. I am lying in my bed, looking at the ceiling. I am mostly naked. I am thinking of your mother. Call me.Voicemail #2: The first minute and thirty seconds of Ive G...”

“Exactly!" said Deep Thought. "So once you do know what the question actually is, you'll know what the answer means.”

“Why is it that none of the things I construct ever make me feel safe? The answer lies in the fact that safety cant be created. It can only be found. And the only thing I've found thats never been c...”

“nights and days came and passedand summer and winterand the sun and the windand the rain.and it was good to be a little islanda part of the worldand a world of its ownall surrounded by the bright b...”

“When you drop a glass or a plate to the ground it makes a loud crashing sound. When a window shatters a table leg breaks or when a picture falls off the wall it makes a noise. But as for your heart...”

“A good friend of mine once said, "I have never met a bigot who was a reader as a child.”

“And if I forget how many times I have been here, and in how many shapes, this forgetting is the necessary interval of darkness between every pulsation of light. I return in every baby born.”

“Flashes of my past lives kept crawling across my vision. I had Akimas laugh, Eves blind ability to love, and Marrahs unwavering belief in family. I was all of these women and none of them. Their so...”

“Yes, I am white now,' said Gandalf. 'Indeed I am Saruman, one might almost say, Saruman as he should have been.”