“Marcii hoped she was wrong, though she knew the odds were slim.Still, in the face of everything, there is always hope.”

“True beauty lies in the eye of the beholder.”

“He was like nothing she’d ever known.Marcii hoped she would come to know him, for he was all she could ever have asked for and more.”

“And yet the night was still fresh: young as new dawn.There was still time for worlds to change, if that was to be their fate.”

“She has no interest in human quarrels, for they are often petty and always pointless.”

“Just because he was not a monster did not mean he wouldn’t be treated as one.”

“Do you think its easy for me? No, I dont remember you. I dont remember holding you or talking to you or falling in love with youbut I walk around with a giant hole in my heart all the time. I feel ...”

“Just take the weapon you hold in your hand and drive it through his heart," Valentine's voice was soft. "One simple motion. Nothing you haven't done before."Jace met his father's stare with a level...”

“Hatred has its pleasures. It is therefore often the compensation bywhich a frightened man reimburses himself for the miseries of Fear. The more he fears, the more he will hate. - Screwtape”

“Over the years I have felt many things leave me. People do not change, but yet somehow time alters everything. As the years roll on people are not quite as forgiving, nor quite as kind, hopeful, lo...”

“She hoped Alistair would prove to be more than she imagined. But, unfortunately, she knew without a shadow of a doubt that people werent what they once were.”

“Our pasts haunt us all.I regaled my beautiful audience of one with the tale of my life, not so much for entertainment, but for bold, barefaced, honest truth.”

“Sibyl, what do you want?I want to live, the Sibyl said, and her voice rang rich and full. I want to keep on living forever and watching heroes and fools and knights go up and down, into the world a...”

“When God is driven to the periphery of the public square, the human spiritual capacity longs for exercise, and it often finds it in the suspension of disbelief and activity of the imagination that ...”

“When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it.”