Better stupid and safe that smart and dead.

Then what's the point of trying if you can't even win?" "You win in lots of different ways," Asher said. "Lots of little wins. The point of this life is not to be good all the time. It's to be as good as you can. No one is perfect. No one does it right all the time. That's not what life is.

I'd once read somewhere that is takes about half as long to recover from a deep relationship as the relationship lasted.

Fire is a fragile lover, court her well, neglect her not; her faith is like a misty smoke, her anger is destructive hot.

Being good is something that one must choose over and over again, every day, throughout the day, for the rest of one’s life.

I held a nail in place and slammed it with the hammer. Best. Chore. Ever.

In fairy tales there's always one person who is made for one other, and they find each other and live happily ever after. Cal was my person. I couldn't imagine anyone more perfect. Yet what kind of sick fairy tale would it be if he was the one made exactly right for me and I wasn't right for him?