Knowing that I would belong to him for as long as he wanted to keep me. And, as it turned out, even longer than that.
Readers are the glue that binds the books together.
Sacrifice of the self is sheer stupidity if sacrifice is not for the self.
I'm not a kid anymore. And I'm excited for all the amazing things to come.
How is it possible that suffering that is neither my own nor of my concern should immediately affect me as though it were my own, and with such force that is moves me to action?
Every single person is a fool, insane, a failure, or a bad person to at least ten people.
In time, all great masterpieces turn into shameless creatures who laugh at their creators.
Arise, my love, let us try to set these ashes on fire again!
She was a gypsy, as soon as you unravelled the many layers to her wild spirit she was on her next quest to discover her magic. She was relentless like that, the woman didn't need no body but an open r...
One of these days, will become a this day. And that day, will be the preeminent of days to come.
He was a man with a chest, and he wanted to give thoughtful expression to the passion of his heart.