No offense, but I'd rather kiss the horse.

He hadn't done anything. He hadn't needed to. Just being there was enough.

Look at self-satisfied pop singers or greasy, semi-literate athletes. People worship them. Why?” "Because they’re talented.

Strange though it is,Sarov still cares about you. He told me to leave you alone. But I think, this time, I must disobey the general. You are mine! And I intend to make you suffer..." "Just talking to you makes me suffer," Alex said.

Once you get into the world of dystopia, it's hard to avoid plagiarism, because other people have had such powerful visions.

We live in a world with so many dangers that we have to be careful whom we trust.

I don't think my father was a bad man, all in all.