Sometimes you fight what you are, and sometimes you give in to it. And some nights you just don’t want to fight yourself anymore, so you pick someone else to fight.

She's not your type.Since when do I have a type?

Pekerjaan laki-laki, atau pekerjaan perempuan, adalah pekerjaan yang harus diselesaikan - Roran

Nice people don't necessarily fall in love with nice people.

My heart is really pounding, I said.That's how you know you're having fun, Margo said.

I’m a coward, I close my eyes. I don’t understand why God made sight the only sense that can be blocked off.

Independence is the recognition of the fact that yours is the responsibility of judgment and nothing can help you escape it—that no substitute can do your thinking—that the vilest form of self-abaseme...

In fact, Eric said, as he went to the front door, I'd throw it away entirely. Maybe burn it.He left, closing the door behind him very quietly.I knew, as sure as I knew my name, that tomorrow he would...

I will bathe in your warmth ma petite. Roll you around me until my heart beats only for you. My breath will grow warm from your kiss.

I knew that the Name was still with him, animating his soul, even as his body failed.

I am a good runner. There are many faster, but not so many for whom it has been as necessary to learn to become nothing but flight.

His body didn't just want her. It demanded her, burned for her.

Gregori glided closer to the couple, his graceful elegance failing to conceal the rippling strength of his muscles and the power emanating from his body. He looked totally confident, relaxed, complete...

Evelyn stared into the empty ice cream carton and wondered where the smiling girl in the school pictures had gone.

And yet, in a sense, in choosing to be deprived of the ability to make an ethical choice, you have in a sense really chosen the good.

A shadow crossed Andrea's face. I don't want to be his TWT-IHFB. What does that mean? That Weird Thing I Haven't Fucked Before. I choked.

In any relationship, there's gonna be conflict.

When a friend of mine boasted about living in a gated community, I thought he meant Folsom, and I wondered whether he knew Charles Manson.

There is a Pirate in every one of us.

His face was gaunt, scraped and bloody, his hair dusted with cobwebs, but when he locked eyes with her, she thought he had never looked more handsome.Percy & Annabeth