Now life is given in exchange for pain and fear, and that's the basis of the whole deception. Now man is still not what he should be. There will e a new man, happy and proud. Whoever doesn't care whet...

Men who believe that the way to the mind is not by way of ice picks through the brain or large dosages of dangerous medicine but through an honest reckoning of the self.

Ma che importanza aveva! Non era felice, non lo era mai stata. Da dove veniva, dunque, quella insufficienza di vita, quella istantanea marcescenza delle cose a cui si appoggiava?… Ma se da qualche par...

Just because it’s taken three years to notice, Ron, doesn't mean no one has spotted I'm a girl!

Jesus, Mary …She said it out loud, the words distributed into a room that was full of cold air and books. Books everywhere! Each wall was armed with overcrowded yet immaculate shelving. It was barely...

It's because of my grandfather that I became a Young Avenger. But it's hard sometimes, to be a black kid carrying a name like Patriot. I remember talking to Captain America about before he died, and h...

It wasn't just my beast's hunger, but Jean-Claude's blood thirst and Richard's craving for flesh. It was all that and the ardeur running through all of it, so that one hunger fed into the next in an e...

If the eyes are the window to the soul, then Edward's in trouble 'cause no one is home.

If a man has his eyes bound, you can encourage him as much as you like to stare through the bandage, but he'll never see anything.

I've never seen anyone move like she did, Chaol breathed. I've never seen anyone run that fast. Dorian, it was like... Chaol shook his head. I found a horse within of her taking off, and she outran...

I'm not sure there are enough white roses in the world to make me forget Richard. I held up my hand before she could interrupt. But I'm not sure there are enough cozy afternoons in all eternity to mak...

I'm happy as I am, and love my liberty too well to be in a hurry to give it up for any mortal man.

I stand in Minas Anor, the Tower of the Sun; and behold! the Shadow has departed! I will be a Shieldmaiden no longer, nor vie with the great Riders, nor take joy only in the songs of slaying. I will b...

I felt after I finished Slaughterhouse-Five that I didn’t have to write at all anymore if I didn’t want to. It was the end of some sort of career. I don’t know why, exactly. I suppose that flowers, wh...

I began to enjoy my own generosity; I felt the pleasure of pleasing others, especially as this was accompanied by money-power. I was paying for them; they were grateful, they had to be; and they could...

His belly was flabby, and it got softer every time I hit it. I hit it often.

Hero, who had not failed to notice Miss Milborne's roses, and George's haggard appearance, took the earliest opportunity that offered of following him to his retreat. Her tender heart ached for the pa...

Growing up, I'd already decided I wanted to be a beatnik. A Bohemian poet, I thought. Or a musician. Maybe an artist. I'd dress in black turtlenecks and smoke Gitanes. I'd listen to cool jazz in clubs...

Eye Contact Can Reveal if a Person is . . . • Shy or gregarious• Honest or deceitful• Confident or terrified• Interested or bored• Patient or irritated• Sincere or inauthentic• Organized or Unprepared...

During the 1992 election I concluded as early as my first visit to New Hampshire that Bill Clinton was hateful in his behavior to women, pathological as a liar, and deeply suspect when it came to mone...