Life

Abel. I can’t let you…sell your body.”“The transaction is closer to a rental.

In dreams you don't need to make any distinctions between things. Not at all. Boundaries don't exist. So in dreams there are hardly ever collisions. Even if there are, they don't hurt. Reality is different. Reality bites. Reality, reality.

How base a thing it is when a man will struggle with necessity! We have to die.

Have you ever danced with the Devil in the pale moonlight?

What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.

Forgiveness is a funny thing, it warms the heart and cools the sting.

The greatest lesson in life is to know that even fools are right sometimes.

You feel a little older in the morning. By noon I feel about 55.

Everyone facing death, especially premature death, like us, will be kicking themselves about each wasted hour.

For our part, when we feel, we evaporate; ah, we breatheourselves out and away; with each new heartfirewe give off a fainter scent. True, someone may tell us:you're in my blood, this room, Spring itselfis filled with you . . . To what end? He can't hold us,we vanish within him and around him.

Gansey had always felt as if there were two of him: the Gansey who was in control, able to handle any situation, able to talk to anyone, and then, the other, more fragile Gansey, strung out and unsure, embarrassingly earnest, driven by naive longing.

Every day is a journey.

I put for the general inclination of all mankind, a perpetual and restless desire of power after power, that ceaseth only in death.

One day I asked God to move the mountain ahead of me, but he said no because he wanted me to experience the joy of being on a mountain top.

Just becauseyou feel lostdoesn't meanthat you are.Sometimes youjust have to relax,breathe deep,and trust the pathyou're on.

I usually get the title for a book first, and I type it up immediately. I sit there and look at it and admire it, and I think to myself, I just need four thousand sentences to go with this and I'l have a book. It is such a pleasurable moment that I type many more title pages than I could ever use.

If you truly believe in the value of life, you care about all of the weakest and most vulnerable members of society.

There was no protection, no quota system when it came to luck. It was like that moment in math when a child learns that the odds of heads or tails is always one-in-two, no matter how many times one has flipped the coin and gotten heads. Every flip, the odds are the same. Every day, you could be unlucky all over again.

A basic reality of life is that we all struggle. We hurt and have hurt other people. We all feel lost sometimes. This isn’t all we are, but it is a part of who we are. The only question I have when I’m with someone is, “Can they admit it? And will they let me admit it too?

I hit him for every single thing that was wrong in my life and kicked him in a fierce fury of madness as he sobbed and covered his face and screamed. I hit him because Walter hit me and I hit him because I hated my life and I hit him because I just wanted to go home and I hit him because I didn’t know where home was.