One does not need to lock up that which is not dangerous.

But I was wrong. I should have known it wasn't owver, couldn't be over quite easily. No sooner was Xavier out of sight than a little cylinder of paper fell from the top of my locker. As I unrolled it, I knew I'd see black calligraphy crawling across it like a spider. Dread settled around me like a fog as the words burned into my brain: The Lake of Fire awaits my lady

The lake of fire awaits my lady

― Why does toothpaste give me headache?

A body is merely a vehicle. The deepest emotions are experienced through the soul.

You know, you can always pick the lit students," he continued, grinning. "Is that so? How?" "They're the ones who walk around wearing berets and that I-know-something-you-don't expression.

Some say we can't choose who we fall in love with; love chooses us.