A foolish man thinks he knows everything. A wise man knows he doesn't.

I don't think I've ever really had a home before, not until I met you.

You know something?" He lifted his head, and when he turned to me, he had this strange look in his eyes. Almost as if he was really seeing me for the first time. "I don't think I ever really lived until this. I've never done anything that mattered before, but now I'm fighting to save my life, and yours. And I know it sounds really cheesy and lame, but I don't think I ever really felt alive. Not until I met you.

I heard you're campaigning on my behalf." He walked over to me. "That wouldn't be because you'd miss me too much if I were gone,would it?" "Don't be absurd," I scoffed. "I don't condone murder, even for people like you." "People like me,huh?" He cocked an eyebrow. "You mean devilishly handsome, debonair young men who come to sweep rebellious princesses of their feet?" "You came to kidnap me, not sweep me off my feet," I said,but he waved his hand at the idea. "Semantics.

What I told you before is still true. I want to know that when you're with me, it's because you want to be, not because you have to be.

He stepped into my room with one graceful move, as if entering through bedroom windows was nothing out of the ordinary.

When you mix dirt with water, the dirt doesn't get clean. The water just gets dirty.